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 A Roman Dream of boys and girls: by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   Marcus was feeing good.  He sipped wine from the red terracotta bowl and
let his eyes light on his wife Livia.  He could see why men thought her
sexy with her breasts as firm and shapely as she had been when he married
the fourteen year old maiden.  Her toga was of a cloth so fine that its
fold hid little of her shapely body, and her conversation with their two
guests had provoked her nipples to stand erect, clear though the almost
transparent silk.  As she lay beside the near-completed meal you could
almost make out the shape of her shaven mound-of-venus, plump and inviting.
She had been hairless when he first had her all those years ago, and was
always scrupulous in depilation: he wondered for a moment what colour her
pubic hair would have been.  Black, presumably.  He dismissed the thought:
he liked his sex partners to be epilated and smooth...  though he himself
took pride in his hairy chest and belly.

   The Centurian Lucullus had his hand on her thigh, scarcely an inch from
that pretty honey-pot, and his companion, the Tribune Sallus, was playing
with one of her ankles, stroking her feet.

   He had been a strong, young officer, back on his father's estate after
fifteen years with the legions on the Rhine frontier, in Asia Minor and in
Iberia.  Theirs had not been a love-match....  their parents had seen the
advantages of merging the two estates, and she was the only child and would
inherit.  But they had come together in a hurricane of passion which lasted
perhaps a year, till the birth of their son.  After that it was calmer and
gradually petered out.  Livia, however, had never lost her taste for
handsome, strong military officers in their thirties, while Marcus kept a
life-long obsession with teenage girls....and increasingly boys as the
years rolled by.

   Livia liked young girls as well.

   Theirs was what we would nowadays call an open-marriage, though in Roman
times it was the norm among all classes and especially the wealthy.  There
was also no concept of gay or lesbian: all men and women could enjoy same
sex liaisons, and most did.  It was the coming of Christianity to the
Empire, a generation later than this small dinner party, that started to
change all that, suppressing and driving pleasure underground!

   Marcus was amused by the thought that his wife would soon be pleasuring
these two fine young men.  As for himself....  The pretty little
house-slave came over to re-fill his wine-bowl, and as he did so Marcus
reached up under the white tunic and fondled slender buttocks.  As the
slave turned, that caressing hand slipped round to momentarily grasp the
boys jewels, cock still soft, and tiny balls hairless.  Yes, he would enjoy
this boy tonight, unless Khouros came up with something better!  The boy
would look tasty in a robe made of the same pastel-blue silk as his wife:
he dismissed the idea.  The cloth was hideously expensive, being brought by
slow overland routes the thousands of miles from the fabled eastern empire.
Even the Emperor would not dress his slaves in silk!

   But the estate was rich, straddling the great military road.  The coast
was a day's march to the south and their grain harvests found a ready
export market, while the regional capital with its military barracks was
just half a day's march north.  The estate was a principal supplier of
grain and vegetables to the town and army.  In addition there was lead in
the hills, and he owned the mines.  His Greek slave, Kouros, was a skilled
manager, as he had been in his father's time too.  He would be freed one
day soon, but would hopefully continue to manage the estate, perhaps as a
jumior partner.  He deserved that.

   His wife watched her husband fondling the pretty boy's bum, and thought
all was well with the world.  Her man was still a randy so-and-so enjoying
life!  The boy was well-trained, showing no reaction beyond a pleasant,
slightly shy smile.

   The maid-servant filled Sallus' empty bowl, otherwise ignored by the
Tribune, who now had his hand on Livia's hip, caressing and stroking as
they chatted.

   Amused, Marcus could see the two young men arranging their togas to
cover erect cocks!  He found himself tempted sometimes by young, clean-cut
men, but these two were just a bit too old and muscular for his tastes.

   ..............................................................

   Khouros was large and very fat, with the hairless, plump, pink
complexion of an elderly eunuch: Marcus' grandfather had bought him as a
young lad already castrated, but literate in both Greek and Latin.  As a
boy he had graced the master's bed for a couple of years, and then started
the career that would within ten years take him to the overall management
of the estate.

   He came in, as ever accompanied by a boy who carried his stylus and
tablet in case any notes were need.  He bent over and whispered in Marcus'
ear.

   The three lovers draped around the meal-cloth took no notice, used to
these incursions of business into pleasure.

   'Bring them in, Khouros.  Let's look at them.'

   The slave clapped his hands and a tall, swarthy man entered.  Dressed in
leather jerkin and a grey woven wool kilt, he had clearly been travelling.
He was probably from Africa, Livia thought, with that brown complexion and
hawk-like nose.  He looked muscular, and distinctly interesting.  Lucullus
and Sallus felt her body move under their palms, and caught each other's
eyes with a smile: she was always interested in a well-built man.

   'The two we talked about, please.'

   This time the merchant was preceded by two of the prettiest children
either Livia or Marcus had ever seen in lifetimes of appreciating teenage
beauty.  The girl had her eyes modestly downcast, stealing an occasional
glance at the room.  The boy looked Marcus straight in the eye: clearly a
lad of spirit.  Both were blonde, the boy about a hand taller than the
girl: Marcus could see they were brother and sister without asking.

   'What do we know of them?'

   Kouros answered, having been given the nod by the dealer.  'They are
barbarians from beyond the Rhine Limes, son and daughter of a local
chieftain who gave them as hostages for his tribe's good behaviour.  It
seems there was a coup, he was murdered, and the tribe crossed into Roman
lands again.  They were defeated of course, and the hostages forfeited. 
All this is documented in the Imperial bill of sale to Albi here'.  The
swarthy slave-dealer heard his name and bowed gracefully.  They are twins,
believed to be in their thirteenth year.  They have been inspected by our
doctors and are healthy, disease free and fit.  The girl is a virgin, and
it seems likely the boy has never been introduced to anal sex either.'

   Marcus interjected, 'And very beautiful.  Do they understand Latin?'

   'They were a full year in Rome and speak it fluently: the boy has been
taught to read too, Latin only.'

   'Not Greek then, Khouros?'

   'Sadly, sir, it is seldom taught now...Do you wish to see them naked
before deciding?'

   'We'll trust your expertise, Khouros.  You may take them out now.'

   Livia's two lovers showed their disappointment that these two spirits of
beauty were not to be displayed to them.  Each now had a hand on her thigh,
a finger's breadth only from the crease of her womanhood.  Marcus excused
himself and followed the group out of the room.

   Livia stood up for a moment, and then lay down again.'Well, boys, I'm
sure you'll understand that I'll want to sample that pretty little
barbarian girl tonight, so you'll have to make do with a couple of our
house-slaves to keep you warm abed!  No, it's no use arguing, and Lucullus
I'm sure you'll enjoy little Anna's body: she's skilled in the arts of love
too.  Show the soldier your body Anna.  And young Filus there has been
well-groomed by my husband, so he'll be a rare treat for you, Sallus
....you too Filus, show!'

   The boy and girl, house-slaves but also willing objects of sexual
pleasue, raised their tunics to slow slender, white bodies, flat bellies,
hard little bums and tits (Anna not Filus!).

   'That's enough...  I can see you're acceptable to these two studs'.  She
laughed and briefly held the two really hard cocks through their linens.

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   Ripellus was Marcus' personal servant, we would call him a valet
nowadays or perhaps his batman, and it was his usual task to prepare new
boys for his master's bed.

   'It's not such a bad life for a year or two, favourite of the boss.  I
started here as his boy and have a cushy billet now.  And you only have to
look at Khouros to see where it can lead.'

   'He's not a slave, surely?'

   'He certainly is, though the word around the villa is he'll soon be
freed and become a Citizen.  He's already the most important guy on the
whole estate after the Boss himself.  Just shows you where you can rise too
if you're good: of course he's clever, and was literate already when he
came here.  The Boss's grandfather was crazy about him they say.'

   The two of them had used the baths together: sweatroom, oiled and
scraped each other, and then the cold plunge.  They were just finishing
drying off.

   'So you make sure you please him!  You know what he'll want from you I
suppose.'

   The boy had seen anal fucking (let's give it its good old anglo-saxon
name ...buggery): he'd seen it before.  Once before he had been taken
hostage, before his adolescence even, he had watched while a group of
warriors from the tribe had raped a young captive.  One after the other
they had penetrated his anus with their triumphant pricks and unloaded in
him.  The brave enemy had screamed with pain and anguish at first, but
later it was just un-manly sobbing.  Later, in the Imperial Court he had
watched very many scenes where courtiers fucked each other or pretty young
lads.  This was very, very different from that first gruesome exposure to
sex: both parties, active and passive seemed to take equal pleasure in the
act, and the passive guys were often deliberately inviting sex.
'Yes, I've seen it a lot, but never done it myself....not one way or the

other.  I expect he'll want my mouth or my bottom.'

   'Your cute little arse, laddy!  That's what he'll want.  Probably more
than once.' He gave the boy's rump a playful slap.

   'It'll hurt....'

   'A bit, but whatever you do don't let it show.  He won't mind a little
squeak, even a scream when he penetrates....  but no more, and especially
no crying.'

   'I don't cry!'

   'Of course not!'

   'You'll not have to do this again, but he likes each new boy to be
presented like a bride on her wedding night.  So it's nail varnish and
lipstick now, and a nice perfume.'

   'Oh no!'

   'Oh yes.  It's only for tonight, and you'll find it worth it in the long
run.  It's just one of his little foibles.  He loves a virgin bottom, and
it reminds him of his own wedding night!  Hence the paint and perfume.'

   'With his wife?  What's her name?'

   'The Lady Livia.  Always "Mistress" to you, Midel.  By the way, do you
want people to call you Midel, or Latinise it to Midellus?'

   'Midellus, please.' The boy realised his tribal past had gone, and it
was a Roman future that beckoned.  He intended to be at least as successful
as Khouros, even though he started life as a bum-boy, prettied like a
little girl.

   There was a polished silver mirror in the drying room, and he stood and
looked at himself....full lips scarlet, and slender hands with matching
finger nails.  He turned round and looked at his back, still tanned by the
Italian sun of three months before, and his slender white bottom.

   'Good boy!  That's a good start.  And, yes, you do look tasty.  Made me
hard as you can see!  Which brings me to the last thing you have to know.
Have you ever seen a man whipped?'

   'Yes!' Again a gruesome scene from his childhood in the wastes beyond
the limes.  Screams, blood, laughing warriors, a man tied to a post.  He
shuddered.

   'Well, if any guy on the estate makes a pass at you just tell him that
you belong to the Master, and that if anyone touches you he'll get a
whipping....first and that might not be all....and for you it would be
goodbye the easy life and down to the lead mines.  Life expectancy for a
slave there is three years.  Understood?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Then it's off to your bridal night, Midellus.....'

   ...............................................................

   The boy waited with Ripellus for just a second or two outside the door
of Marcus' bed chamber.  The mosaic on the floor was of a warrior fucking a
young boy: the rest of the wide corridor was a complex interwoven design.
Only on the threshold of his Master's room was there a figurative
medallion, and it was immediately obvious to the boy what it meant.  He
felt a strange mixture of excitement and shyness: it was not fear for he
was a brave little lad but not far from that emotion.  Ripellus could feel
the tension in the boy as he held his hand.

   There was a good-luck phallus in an alcove by the door, fashioned in
white marble.  Midellus reached out and touched it: he needed good luck
tonight.......

   'In you go, and remember that even if you don't enjoy the first time
much...  and you may like it if you're lucky....  even if if it not so
good, within a month you will be looking forward to it all day, and wishing
you could have more.  He gave the boy a little tap on his rump, opened the
door, let him in, and closed it behind him.

   It was brighter in the bedroom than it had been in the corridor: Marcus
had ordered extra lamps and candles to better appreciate the boy's beauty
this first time he would see him naked.

   Ah!  You look ravishing my dear.  What's your name?  I never asked
Khouros that.

   'Midellus, sir.  Khouros says I'm to be your little bride tonight.'

   'Charming and delightful.  And what do you think of the prospect?'

   'I want to please you, sir'.

   'Delightful.  Come into the light and let me really look at you, my
little child-bride.'

   What a picture the boy was, his blonde hair in a bob, shining clean and
brushed, his complexion peaches and cream but with full scarlet lips.  His
dress a startling white cloth, belt round the middle, leaving much of his
tanned shoulders bare and also his legs from mid calf down.  He was
bare-foot.  Marcus placed his hands on the boy's naked shoulders, bent
foraward and kissed those lips, feeling his own cock rise stiff beneath the
layers of his toga.

   'I didn't ask to see you naked before as I wanted to save it for this
moment.  Take the tunic off!'

   He slipped the straps from his shoulders and let the dress fall to his
feet in a pool of fine white cloth on the mosaic floor.  The flooring was
warm of course, as was the whole room itself.  He stood there nervous,
wondering if the man would still like him now he had seen his small cock,
shrunken by the trepidation he felt.

   'Beautiful!'

   The boy had never thought of himself as beautiful and glanced at the
long mirror of polished silver that stood in a corner of the room.  He
still could not see what the man thought was beautiful but it was
gratifying to know that his new master approved of him.  And it was clear
the man did as he again embraced him' pressing him to his body, hands on
the boy's buttocks.  The boy felt the tongue enter his mouth, and knew
enough to reciprocate, opening his lips wide and forcing his own tongue
past the man into his mouth.  His own hands could feel the muscles on the
man's back even through his toga.  While in the baths being prepared for
bed he had made his decision, that he would be a good bed-partner, that he
would enter fully into this new life that had opened up for him, that he
would not protest, and above all he would not weep.  As he felt the man's
body through the toga, and mostly felt his master's belly pressed against
him, he felt his own little cock still in its shrunken state and worried
that his master would find it too small.

   The embrace was broken and the man held the boy at arms length a hand on
each shoulder, looking down at his cock.  Bed now seemed an immediate need!
The boy was delightful, with that tiny triangle of golden hair above his
flaccid little-boy cock, arching down white and straight-shafted and with a
little pointy, pink knob.  How wise Ripellus had been not to depilate this
one: shaven cocks were sweet on older boys but when they were as young as
this, with hairless balls and arses, then that golden triangle of fine
silky hair was so very sexy.  He started to unwind his toga.
'Help me to fold this, Midellus.' Folding the long white linen toga was
really a job for four hands; the boy had done this chore before, though not
in a sexual context, and his eyes were focused on his master's cock, not
yet erect but hanging like a heavy piece of pipe, black hair greying on his
chest but still jet-black on his belly, round his cock and over his balls.
He shuddered a moment despite the heat as he thought of the adult cocks he
had seen grow from that apparently innocuous tube into great masculine
weapons and that it would soon be entering his tight little bottom.  He had
often seen men fuck, mostly with brutal force, in the great communal houses
of his tribal childhood, and well understood masculine power and passion.
The moment passed, and he found himself looking with some awe at a beefy,
warrior's body.  Now the embrace was naked body to naked body, and the lust
the man felt expressed in the hands that caressed silken smooth skin and in

the tongue that explored his open mouth.

   The man let go of him, and hand on his shoulder turned him around to
inspect his rear.  The boy stood patiently as hands caressed his shoulders
and back, and then stroked and kneaded his buttocks.  Now the embrace was
close again, the man reaching around the boy to handle his cock and balls.
The boy could feel the man's cock harden, pressed against his back, and as
the man licked and kissed the nape of his neck the boy felt his own little
cock stiffen.  He was relieved: his cock might be small, but at least it
was hard and ready for sex!  The man felt this too, and was muttering
"delightful", "oh, yes", " you little beauty" in the boy's ear.  The boy
turned his head, and was rewarded with a kiss on the lips.  He found
himself wanting to see Marcus' cock now it was in its glory.

   Still holding the boy Marcus led him to the huge bed and it was as if
that great, veiny cock, flaming-red and with its huge purple helmet, was
leading the way: it was like a statue of a phallus, the stone carvings of
Priapus the god of sexual love, man on woman and man on man that every
Roman household kept for good luck.  Midellus was still terrified at the
prospect of that weapon tearing into his tender flesh, carving its way
between his tight little buttocks, but he was fascinated still and could
not take his eyes off it.  Somewhere, deep inside him there was a
subconscious desire to submit to this dominant, passionate male.  He
rationalised: whether he wanted it or not the man was going to have him,
and it would be better not to make him use force, to rape him.  You never
know....  he might even enjoy it, or learn to enjoy it!
They lay together on the bed, the man hauling the boy on top of him and

kissing him again.

   Midellus had never, as far as could remember, ever been cuddled and
caressed before.  That certainly was not his father's way, and tribal
custom was to avoid anything that might weaken a boy and lessen his
eventual valour as a warrior.  Mothers were certainly not encouraged to
show any such physical affection.  He was surprised to discover that it was
pleasant laying here with this man, feeling his strong arms about him, and
his hands caressing buttocks, back and shoulders.  And the man kissed him,
open mouth on open mouth, in between telling him how beautiful, how
delicious he was.  He dared to feel the man's biceps, and found himself
wanting to feel his chest-hair, even to kiss him there.  and that
fascinating cock.....

   Marcus broke their embrace, but only to trace with his lips a line from
one nut-brown nipple to the other, feeling them harden like little grains
of wheat under his kiss.  The boy nearly giggled: it tickled: but he held
that back knowing this was an almost sacred moment.  He had not realised
his nipples were sensitive in this sexual way, strung by an invisible cord
through his body to his cock, that twitched each time the man nibbled at
them.  This was good!

   Marcus did not like tears and protests: one part of him said turn the
boy over, spread his buttocks, and rape him.  The other part said play him
slowly so he is seduced willingly, and becomes a happy, eager partner to
your night-time lusts.  Some force might be needed later, but the boy was
enjoying and participating in this foreplay.  He reached between them and
found as he suspected that little penis was very hard.  He grasped it,
pushed the boy onto his back, leaned over him, and took it into his mouth.

   The boy gasped as the pleasure of a warm, wet mouth filled his body for
the first time.  He lay back, eyes closed and enjoyed the complicated
feelings: pleasure, obvoiusly: but also pride that this rich and powerful
man, a heroic warrior too, found his body desirable: fear that he would
soon experience ineviable pain: but desire to submit to the man: yes, and
simple lust for the man's cock and balls, and for his exquisitely skilled
mouth and tongue.  He did not notice it, but as he lay there his little boy
hips started to rise and fall to the rhythm of his master's bobbing head,
until, taking him almost by surprise he was coming, spurting his few drops
of thin boy-cum into that waiting and willing mouth.  He tasted that same
cum a moment later when the man's lips again fixed on his, kissing while he
at last was able to feel the man's strong pecs and comb his fingers through
the matted chest-hair, some black, some greying.
'My turn now, boy.  Kneel and bury your head in a cushion.  I don't want
to hear any protests.  I would expect tham from your sister perhaps, but
not from a boy of your tribe.  Be brave, and perhaps you will enjoy

this.....'

   A memory from what semed a very remote time but in reality was less than
three years before returned to the boy as he knelt and felt strong hands
part his buttocks.  After a battle with a detatchment of Roman cavalry that
entered his tribe's territory, his father had made the boy watch the
extraction of a Parthian war arrow from his oldest brother's shoulder.  The
arrow had four barbs each side and the surgeon explained it could not be
pulled straight through, which was the preferred method for a flesh wound
in the thigh, for example.  Each barb had to be freed from the flesh by the
surgeon's knife.  The boy watched as his brother bit on a leather strap and
bore the pain without any complaint for the five minutes the operation
took, and then the searing hot iron to seal the wound.  This was what his
father had wanted to teach the boy: to bear pain in a manly fashion as
becomes a warrior and leader of men.

   The pain of this insertion would be as nothing compared with that steel
blade!

   The boy felt oil being dripped onto his anus, and then penetration by a
finger.  This was not too bad: in fact it was rather nice!

   The finger was removed, and he felt the pressure on the outside of his
little bottom-hole which he knew must be that great, raging, red cock-head.
This was nice too!

   Then hands on his buttocks again, pulling them apart, more pressure and
the sudden pain as the knob forced its way into his virgin arse.  He buried
his face in the pillow and clenched his teeth: he would bear this like a
man!  He heard Marcus exclaim and dimly he realised that his Master was
praising the form and smoothness of his little-boy bottom, the tightness of
his hole, and his bravery in tolerating the pain.  The shaft slid deeper
until those muscular thighs were resting on his buttocks: now it was
withdrawn leaving only the knob inside, only to be pushed in again.  He was
being shagged, as he had seen men of his tribe fuck woman-slaves and
captured boys and girls.  He was aware that his own cock had shrunk, no
longer hard but shamefully limp, and he hoped his master would not notice.

   Those strong hands were now stroking and caressing his back and bottom,
and then they grasped his shoulders, one each side, and held him in place
while the tempo and force of that pounding cock increased, and then
increased again, thighs crashing into him with every thrust.  He felt drops
of sweat drip fron his master onto his young back.

   Amazingly the pain had gone now, despite the pummelling his bottom was
getting, and indeed there was a strange feeling to replace it, not at all
unpleasant.  He could feel his little cock wake up again and become hard.
He found he was wriggling his bottom, and pushing back to get the full
benefit of each thrust.

   His Master spoke for the first time.  'You like it now, you little
rascal!  you like a big cock in your tight pussy!' He reached under the boy
and found that hard cock, muttering 'Oh yes!  You like it all right.'Then
the boy heard an oath and felt an extra hard shove: he knew the man was
coming deep in his bottom, pumping hot cum into him, a spurt with each
insertion.  Five ot six, and then the pace decreased to nothing, and he
felt the man's lips on his back, a long, wet kiss.

   'You'll do, boy.  You bore that well, You'll do.'

   Marcus was quietly congratulating himself.  The crook of a slave-dealer
had cut a very hard bargain, but at least the boy was worth it.  Now there
was that matter of the hard little-boy prick!

   'Lay on your back.  Yes like that.  Open your legs.'

   Midellus wonered what was coming next: his Master's prick was not hard
enough now for more fucking.  For a few moments he lay there while the man
ran his hands up smooth legs, over his belly.  up his chest, pausing to
squeeze nipples between fingers and thumbs.All the time |Marcus was
murmuring happily to himself, 'Lovely!  So silky smooth!  Beaautiful boy!
And these!  And this!'

   "These" and "this" were his hairless balls and stiff little prick that
the man cupped in his hand and grasped with the other.  the boy looked at
the fine, muscular body of the man beside him and then closed his eyes in
pleasure as he was slowly and gently masturbated.  But he opened them again
when he felt for the second time this night the warmth and wetness of a
mouth on his cock.  And again the mouth stayed and was not removed, sucking
and bobbing up and down so the shaft ran through lips while Marcus' tongue
licked and fluttered against the so-sensitive cock-head and front of the
shaft.  He shut his eyes again and again was hardly aware of it as his hips
were rising and falling in rhyhtm with that insistent mouth.

   Too quick for Marcus, who was enjoying this new little cock, he felt the
boy's body tense, heard him moan quietly, and his mouth was filled with a
single squirt of cum.  he allowed the cock to rest twitching in his mouth
till the orgasm was completely finished.

   'Put some cushions on the floor by the bed, boy: you will sleep there
tonight.  There is a chamber-pot in the corner.'

   The boy watched as Marcus doused all the oil lamps leaving just one
candle burning dimly in the corner, and then as the man pissed into the
pot.

   Midellus slept well and dreamed of cocks and muscled naked warriors.  He
was not required my his Master during the night.

   But in the morning his sexual education was advanced as Marcus, propped
against a heap of pillows, summoned him to the bed.  again that veiny cock
was hard, but this time the boy was made to suck it.  He tried to do it as
his cock had been serviced the night before, letting it slide in and out of
his mouth, but soon found he could not take the full length without
gagging. He grasped the root with one hand and made sure the rest of the
shaft had plenty of stimulation from lips and tongue.  Momentarily he
stopped and licked at the weighty balls, and found his master liked that as
there were groans of pleasure.  so he nibbled and sucked at the ball-sack a
bit more, all the time masturbating the huge (to him!) cock, now dribbling
pre-cum.

   'Suck now, boy!'

   Marcus was close to cumming and grasped the boy's hair to hold that
bobbing head in place.  The boy was surprised by the first spurt of warm,
silky cum that filled his mouth, but it was good and he swallowed it.  More
and more cum, some now dribbling down his chin, until finally the cock was
still, just twitching and oozing the last dribbles.

   'And now to the baths with me, young Midellus.  Our military guests will
be there already and they will enjoy your company, though my rule that you
are to have sex with me only applies to those two as well!'

   ............................................................

   It had taken the women longer to prepare the girl for her mistress' bed,
and it was rather later that Livia's personal maid led the girl along the
corridor to the bed-chamber.  They paused a moment at the door, where
Calpurnia pointed to the mosaic picture set into the floor.  The round
cartouche was of two beautiful girls embracing.  The work was of the
finest, breasts, nipples, and pouting lips delineated almost realistically.

   'That's what Our Lady likes above all else.  Don't worry, my dear, she's
very kind and gentle.'

   A knock, a summons, the door opened, closed behind her, and the girl was
standing looking at a sumptuous room, with the lady of the feast earlier
seated on a stool and brushing long, shining raven black hair.  A long
moment of silence while the woman and the girl looked at each other.  The
girl thought she had never seen a woman so beautiful now her hair was let
down over her white shoulders.  She was suddenly worried that her skin was
unfashionably sun-tanned from the Mediterranean sun of a few months before,
and the weather on the long journey to Britannia.  The woman unthinking
licked her lips at the prospect of this fit and firm-bodied young barbarian
girl, with her long blonde hair and exotic brown skin.

   'Come my dear.  Finish brushing my hair for me.'

   The ivory handled brush flowed sweetly though her hair, and the locks
were so silky to the touch as the girl stood beside and brushed.  There was
a light perfume of roses from the woman's body: the girl could see her
breasts making shapely mounds in the thin silk robe, nipples seemingly
erect.

   The woman was tempted to run her hands up those long, slender thighs to
the weet honeypot that she knew her women would have trimmed, perfumed, and
left naked for her, but she decided to postpone that pleasure.  This girl
was worth wooing, turning into a willing and esager bed-partner, whose
pleasure would be genuine rather than the feigned duty of a slave.

   'What is you name, my dear?'

   'I used to be called Rahauran, but now I'm called Aurora.'

   'A lovely name and so apt as you are at the dawn of womanhood, and your
hair is like the morning sun.  My name is Livia but you must always call me
Mistress.'

   'Yes, Mistress.'

   'I think my hair is ready, so now it's the body lotion: fetch that blue
jar from my table, Aurora.'

   'It smells of roses.'

   'My favourite perfume as you will soon learn!  Now undo my sash and fold
my robe carefully.'

   Livia was naked beneath the thin silk and Aurora could not resist
looking at her as she sat on her stool, taking care nonetheless to fold the
dress neatly.

   'It goes in that great chest over there.'

   The chest was beside a white marble staue of a warrior, naked but with a
sword, shield and helm, and above all a large, hard penis and balls worthy
of a bull.  Above the chest was a painting in the plaster of a woman and a
girl embracing in the sapphic form of love.  The chest also breathed roses
at the girl as she lifted the heavy lid and placed the dress tenderly
inside.  She returned to the stool where Livia was sitting, her legs
slightly apart.  Aurora was startled to see that her mistress was
completely hairless down there, that the pink lips looked very full, unlike
her own rather tight little slit, and that her clitoris was even peeping
out a bit.  She was embarrassed by the unaccustomed and shameless nudity
and raised her eyes from that seductive crotch.

   Livia had, of course, seen clearly where the girl's gaze had lingered
and was pleased, if slightly amused.

   'Now my dear, start with my breasts, Just a little of the pomade and
massage it in to keep them firm and the skin silky.'

   Aurora soon found she was enjoying this, breasts so shapely and firm. 
She wondered if it was a nightly massage with scented oil that kept them so
pert.  She pressed and caressed them, her fingers slipping through the oil:
her hands cupped them as if to feel their weight: the nipples hardened
under her palms.  She knew what that meant from her nightly exploration of
her own body, and rolled both nipples between fingers and thumbs, delighted
to hear her mistress sigh with pleasure, and she could not fail to notice
her legs spread slightly wider.  That pink pearl was peeping out even more.
Aurora recognised sexual arousal when she saw it, so like her own when in
the warmth of the bed, busy fingers......

   'That's lovely, my dear.  Now my belly and thighs.  Kneel between my
legs so you are comfortable.

   Livia's thighs were silky smooth even before they were oiled, the skin
as soft as her breasts had been.  and her belly, ever so slightly rounded,
was firm to the touch of massaging hands.  Aurora could feel her own body
starting to respond, and would have liked to touch her own clitoris.  She
did not of course, and concentrated on the massage.

   'For my back, my dear, I'll lay on the bed.'

   The bed was very large, low to the floor, and covered with sheets of
that strange silky material her mistress had earlier been robed in.  there
were scarlet rose petals scattered about on it.  Her mistress looked very
lovely with a flawless alabaster-white back and bottom, and those long
slender legs.  Kneeling beside her Aurora dripped a little of the scented
oil in the small of her back and spread it with soft little hands upwards
over the back and shoulders.  There was no visible sign of any muscles, but
she could feel them strong behind the fine skin of her shoulders, and
enjoyed the feel as she stroked and caressed.  Her own body was now longing
to be caressed: tonight's masturbation was going to be a real delight, she
thought.

   'My bottom and the back of my thighs now, Aurora.'

   With soft, delicate hands the girl massaged her mistress, and if she
concentrated most on her shapely and firm bottom who could blame her?  She
even let her fingers stray into the crease between the two globes and was
rewarded by a sigh of pleasure and a very slight widening of thighs further
apart.

   Livia was pleased: the girl was beautiful, willing and semingly
highly-sexed.  She had teased herself enough and it was time to seee the
girl naked at last.  She turned over and sat up.

   'Now take your tunic off, Aurora.  The thin white shift had left her
legs exposed and long and slender they promised further delights.  These
beauties were revealed as she stretched her arms abobe her head pulling the
dress up and off.  her body was everything her mistress hoped.

   'Lay on your belly.'

   Now the girl had the pleasure of a scented oil massage, fingers relaxing
muscles, caressing her bottom, feeling for the secret places.  Aurora could
feel her clitoris really demanding attention and would have loved to slide
a hand beneath herself to finger it and bring herself off.  She was so
close.  But her mistress was talking to her.

   'Over on your back now, my dear.,

   The word of endearment shocked the girl.  she was a slave and her
mistress called her by a familiar "My dear".  It would have surprised Livia
too had she noticed, but she was too involved in studying the girl's lovely
body.  She continued her massage, hands cupping pert little breasts and
whispering over her little-girl belly, flat and firm.

   'How old are you, Aurora?'

   'I don't really know.  fourteen I'm told.'

   Livia combed her fingers through the tiny triangle of very fine hair at
the base of her belly.  It was very pretty, just a bit more golden than the
ash blonde of the hair that fell to the girl's shoulders.  The pubic hair
would be removed some time soon.  The fashion was for all women to be
completely depilated.....  and some of the boys and younger men too.  But
for the time being it would remain, at least while it was fine and silky,
and the virgin-white outer cunt lips were hairless.  She returned to
fondling the girl's breasts, nipples tiny still, but stimulated and erect.
Erect, too, her little pink pearl of s clitoris suddenly peeped out through
lips now swollen and glistening with arousal.  This would be good!

   'I believe you are fourteen too, my angel.  This tells me that: she
touched again the fringe of pubic hair.  And that you have none yet under
your arms.  though you have good breasts for a girl.'

   'Thank you, mistress.'

   'You must look after them, and your lovely bottom.  in the morning I'll
show you some exercises that you must do every morning to keep your young
figure.  Every woman should look after her body as firm breasts and a
shapely bottom give so much pleasure to men and other women too, and in
giving pleasure we receive the greatest delight there is in return.'

   'You have a wonderful body, mistress....'

   'I do my exercises, girl.'

   With this she took the girl in her arms, breast to breast, and kissed
her.  The girl had not been hugged since the Romans had separated her from
her mother and sisters, and had never been kissed like this, open mouthed
and passionate, by anyone, male or female.  She felt the woman's leg force
between hers, and bend so that it pressed against her near-open cunt.  this
was so strange, but so exciting.  The woman's hand was on her bottom and
she felt free to feel her mistress there too.  Then Livia infiltrated a
hand between the two of them and her fingers found the girl's clit.  Their
kiss became even more fierce, tongues into each others' mouth.

   'Is that nice, Aurora?'

   'Oh yes......'

   'There's something even better....'

   The girl was gently forced onto her back, and her legs prised apart.  To
her astonishment the girl watched, and felt, as her mistress kissed her on
her open cunt before placing her mouth over it and licking the clitoris
with a pointed tongue.  She sighed and her legs opened even wider.  Livia
held apart the girl's outer cunt lips, so plump and nearly hairless, one
hand on each side, and busied her tongue making figure-of-eights around the
girl's little clitoris, sometimes pausing to pull at the nub with pursed
lips.  The girl was panting now and moving her hips up and down.  Livia
felt the girl's hands tangle in her hair, holding her head tight and
forcing it even harder against her cunt.  Judging the moment exactly right
Livia thrust her index finger into the girl's vagina and tasted the girl's
juices welling even more copiously as with a series of grunts she came. 
She waited till the girl's orgasm had completely passed and then moved so
she could kiss her on her mouth again.  Aurora tasted her own cunt on the
lips of her mistress, and was reminded of the taste of her own fingers
after she had masturbated.  She was so grateful to this woman who had taken
her to new heights of pleasure, and the hugging was very close, the kissing
very passionate.

   'Now my dear.....'

   'What may I do for you now, Mistress.'

   'You can guess what I want, Aurora.'

   There was a moment of hesitation as the girl looked down at her
mistress' body, eyes focused on pink cunt-lips as hairless as a young girls
but very adult in their plumpness.  The woman's mons veneris was smooth and
invited the caress from Aurora's cheek as she pulled those lips apart and
planted a tentative kiss on the woman's nub.  Livia grasped her head in
both hand, blonde hair falling over white thighs, and pulled Aurora's face
in tight against her open cunt.  The girl found she liked the taste and
feel, and above all the honour her mistress was according her, and soon her
tongue was in the woman's vagina, licking round the rim and flickering in
and out.  She got both arms under the woman and could hold her firm bottom
cheeks.

   'My clitoris, little darling, my clitoris.  suck me there.'

   Finger slipping in and out her cunt from behind, tongue and mouth on her
clit, a hand in flowing blonde hair, another reaching for and fondling the
young girl's breast, Livia wa coming in minutes only.  The girl was
momentarily surprised by the grunts that accompanied the orgasm, more like
the sound of a woman giving birth, but resalised she was giving her
mistress great pleasure, and was proud of that too.

   'Now, girl, quickly while my cunt is still hot.' Practised fingers
fastened the leather straps around the girls thighs, and a belt around her
waist.  The dildo in the shape of an adult cock stood at an angle from the
young girl's pubes.  Aurora held it a moment: it was made of a strange
material, firm and pliable and coloured a deep red.

   'Now fuck me hard!'

   On top of her mistress she was glad to be young and fit as Livia spurred
her on to greater and greater efforts, bouncing up and down while at the
same time making sure the strap-on did not slip out of the well-lubricated
slot.  Her mistress came a second time, again with that series of grunts,
and Aurora imagined that would be it.  Wrong!  The woman had been holding
the girl's tits as she enjoyed being shagged, and now the girl was easing
down she told her not to stop and reinforced the message twisting both tits
and making the girl squeal, in pain not pleasure.  Aurora had enjoyed the
first few minutes riding, but now it was getting hard work and just a bit
boring.  She reached down and fingered her mistress' tits, not daring
however to sqeeze them as hers had just been punished.

   The girl had always fantasised being embraced by men when she
masturbated, as she did most nights befor sleep.  From now on her stimulus
would be memories of hot, plump cunt, smooth, firm tits, passionate lesbian
kisses....  as well as the habitual imaginings of lean, athletic male
bodies.

   Finally the woman had had enough, and allowed the girl to remove the
straps.

   'It comes from the same land as my fine silk cloth: thousands of leagues
away according to the merchant who sold it.  He says it is made from the
sap of a tree found in the great empire to the east, though that seems
scarcely likely.  Now we will sleep, though I may wish to wake you during
the night for more amusement.  You have done well my dear.  We will sleep
naked tonight.'

   She kissed the girl chastely this tiome on her forehead.

   'The chamber pot is behind that wall-hanging.'

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   Saturnalia!

   The whole villa had been looking forward to the week of feasting and
sexual excess that honoured the God Saturn throughout the empire, and
especially in traditional households which were as yet scarcely
contaminated the new, restrictive and pleasure-denying religion that was
beginning to spread beyond its slave and Judaean origins.  Saturn is the
God of seed and sowing, and in this household the week-long festival always
started with a meal for the masters and mistresses and a few of the slaves,
at which a fair amount of "sowing" was done both in the fertile soil of
female vaginas and the more barren but equally fascinating environment of
male arses.

   None would wear togas, but all would wear the "cap of freedom" which
normally distinguished freed men from their still-enslaved fellows.  The
pretence was that on this evening all slaves and masters were equal in the
pursuit of pleasure: it was a pretence of course, but it added an edge to
the orgy, and certainly was enjoyed and looked forward to by the slaves.

   This December the feast would be limited only by the capacity of the
winter dining-room.  Around the centre cloth there would be the Master, his
wife, her two military favourites and two guests brought by them (a pretty
girl and a very pretty boy), Aurora and her brother, and eight young
slaves, four of each sex.  In addition old Khouros, and to balance the
table another young woman, Julia, whose husband was away in Londinium at a
meeting with the Provincial Governor.  Usually children would not eat at
the same table as adults, but this was saturnalia and all rules were
reversed!

   The wine had flowed for half an hour and some of the edge was off the
appetite, even of the slaves who seldom had food of this quality.  Marcus
decided the time was ripe for some fun to begin.  He caught his wife's eye
and she winked at him.  He addressed the slave-boy Midellus.

   'Drain your wine bowl, boy, and I'll refill it.'

   The lad was unused to wine, and knew this was going to his head: it was
saturnalia and he did not care.  In fact it was rather good.

   'Look how your sister's tits are standing, Boy: look at those nice
little nipples.'

   Midellus actaully blushed, and looked doubly-appetising for that.  Even
old Khouros stretched his legs out and paid attention to what was going on
opposite.

   'Feel them, boy.  Feel her breasts.  Every man and boy here has lusted
after them and you're the lucky one who gets to sample them.'

   'The wommen too, I'll wager!' Livia giggled, but Julia looked hard and
smiled.

   'But she's.....'

   'Go on boy.  we want to see you do it.'

   Tentatively Midellus pressed his sister's breast through the thin fabric
of her white tunic.  he could feel the nipple hard under his palm and the
flesh firm.

   'Now up her dress, and feel it naked, boy.'

   Aurora had watched her mistress with various lovers and knew the effect
a girl's body could have on the male, but she kept her eyes down, not
meeting her brothers.  He was doing as instructed, and she felt his hand
stroke her belly and then find her breast again, bare to the touch this
time.  It was exciting and she found herself opening her legs slightly: her
mistress always started their lovemaking with her tits, and they were well
used to being stimulated.  She supped another mouthful of strong, sweet
wine.

   Livia was talking to her.  'Look what you've done to your brother, my
sweet.  Look at that tent!  Feel it my angel!'

   Aurora was hesitant, but a slave always did as bid, so she rubbed the
boy's cock through his tunic, and liking what she found, grasped it in her
small white hand.'

   'I'll wager she's juicy, Midellus.  Have a feel and tell us.'

   The room was silent now, enjoying this incestuous play, so suitable for
saturnalia!  He felt under the hem of her tunic with his other hand, and
found her legs apart, and, yes, a lovely juicy crack.

   'Well, is she, boy?'

   'She is, sir.'

   Pull her tunic off, and yours, and embrace her!'

   The room went silent as all eyes were on the couple huggging and kissing
in violation of the deepest taboos.  This was saturnalia, and unbridled sex
would bring good fortune for the year, fine weather and deep harvests,
peace and plenty.  The boy and girl seemed to have forgotten their earlier
inhibitions: the spiced wine was working its magic, that and the undoubted
attraction of firm young bodies, juicy cunt and hard cock.  Both children
had been sensitised to their sexual appetites by night after night of the
lusts of their Master and Mistress, and now the stimulus of a young, nubile
body was irresistable.
Round the remnants of the feast eyes glazed over, wine and food was
forgotten as men, women, boys and girls, and yes, even the eunuch Khouros
watched entranced as the girl fell backwards, her brother on top of her. 
her legs clasped around his waist, and naturally, without design or effort,
he entered her.  Aurora gasped her pleasure as her brother thrust hard,
deep into her: this was so different from the sapphic mouth of her mistress
every night.  She could feel his cock hitting her clitoris with every
thrust, but also his knob and the shaft stretching her tight, almost virgin
cunt.  Midellus felt his sister's body clasping his cock so tight, but also
the juices that allowed it to force itself in and out.  He was amazed at
the pleasure, and those watching knew it was only the spiced wine that was
slowing his orgasm and making the pleasure last.  the girl was coming,
shouting in the barbaric language of the frontier, grunting, panting her
painted nails raking her brother's smooth, strong back.  But he continued
to fuck her.  She was silent a minute or two, but then was coming again. 
The boy kept up his steady rhythm as again she grunted, squealed, swore in
the barbaric tongue of her birth.  This orgasm seemed to pass immediately
into a third, and her heels were kicking in the air over her brother's
back. He rolled her over so she was on top of him, and the watchers were
rewarded with a view of her lovely hard little bum as she almost
uncontrollably shagged him, kissing him, licking any part of his face neck

and shoulders she could reach, and coming over and over again.

   Khouros had seen this before.  girls who willingly broke the taboos of
father or brother would often become multi-orgasmic.  It was an interesting
phenomenon, and as far as he knew had not been noted before.  Certainly
Pliny had not observed it.  He made a note to write it up in the book he
was preparing and had been for years, collecting facts he guessed had not
been recorded elsewhere.

   The girl was sitting almost upright now, her hands on her brother's
chest.  Playfully, in a gap between orgasms, she twisted both his nipples,
squeezed hard between finger and thumbs.  He came, face red and eyes
bulging, teeth clenched tight, squirting his cum into his sister's cunt. 
She laughed, and her eyes were shining.

   The watchers returned to more immediate pleasures with their chosen
companions.  Most sripped naked, including Khouros who was a stickler for
observing the rites and customs of every ceremonial occasion.  It was right
for men, women, slaves, boy, girls to be naked at saturnalia.

   Khouros spoke to the boy slave he had beside him, and the boy replied
that his name was Trimalchio and that he worked in the blacksmith forge
with Magnus.

   'Magnus.  I know him by sight.  He is a mighty man!'

   'Yes, sir.  and if I am good and can continue in the forge then I will
become strong like him.  It is skilled work but very heavy....'

   'That is why you have such a fine, strong, young body, boy....  come
closer.'

   the boy was indeed powerful, and you could see he worked at the forge
nearly naked.  his bottom and loins were white as alabaster, but his chest
and legs were brown as chestnuts.  He was very handsome, and had a nice
tight ball-sack with small balls, and a cock with a long foreskin.  He was
depilated, despite the fact he was apparently only thirteen, which
suggested he was someone's sex-object.  probably the blacksmith slave
Magnus.

   The boy lay beside Khouros his head on the plump, hairless chest. 
Khouros looked at the boy's cock and found he wanted to see it erect.  He
took it between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently.  He could feel
it swell a bit, so he rubbed its length, and of course it stiffened.  now
it was about a hand's width tall and very pretty, so white and hairless,
the knob still covered by foreskin.  Gently Khourus pulled the skin back,
revealing the prettiest pink knob.  for the first time in years, Khouros
wanted cock!  He leaned over the boy and took that shining knob into his
mouth: he had nearly forgotten how good it was.  The boy lay back now,
closed his eyes, and heaven only knows what he was thinking about as
Khouros sucked at him, nibbled his balls and generally enjoyed the boy's
little treasures.  Probably not images of being sucked by a fat old eunuch:
perhaps kneeling for the mighty Magnus, or perhaps fantasies of the sexy
Aurora he had just been watching.  Whatever the mental stimulus, the
physical pleasure was very real as Khouros had lost none of his old oral
skills, and the boy soon came, rewarding the old eunuch with a pleasant
mouthful of boy-juice.
The boy lay with his head in khouros lap as Khouros looked round the
room.  his Mistress was enjoying both her military lovers at once, riding
one with his cock up her cunt, while the other was crouching over her, his
cock reaming out her arsehole.  Old Saturn would be enjoying that as he
watched it from the Underworld.  Marcus was into the arse of one of the
slave boys while a second was energetically shagging his Master's mouth. 
The brother and sister were kissing, hugging, whispering, caresssing, but
at least for a minute or two satisfied and not shagging.  The official's
wife was enjoying the cunt of one of the girl-slaves kneeling over her

while a boy slave slowly and thoroughly fucked her.

   Looking at Livia, with that strong cock up her arse, Khouros was
remebreing how good it had been to be fucked in the arse.  He had loved it
as a boy-eunuch when the Old Master had taught him to enjoy anal sex, and
then as a smooth-skinned teenager, and later as a very handsome twenty and
thirty year old many soldiers in the garrison, and some of the other estate
slaves had enjoyed this so-willing bed partner.  But as he had got older
and fatter he had allowed that side of life to decline, obsessed as he was
with the good-management of the Estate.

   This pretty little boy had reminded him how good it was to have a young
cock in your mouth, and at this moment he would have enjoyed one of those
strong military cocks in his bottom.  The boys would be no good for
that....length was needed when you had his sort of fat!

   He resolved that now he was a free citizen he would start enjoying sex
again, sucking young boy slaves to completion, yes, but also getting
himself fucked by vigorous manual-worker slaves from the estate, starting
with the blacksmith, that mighty man.  He shuddered momentarily in
anticipation.

   Sex can't go on for ever, and round the feast most of the fucking and
sucking had finished as people were satiated.

   A slave boy and girl circled round, filling wine-bowl for the final
toasts first to the Master Marcus and then to Saturn that would end this
the best ceremony of the year.....  Soon Marcus would allow Midellus to
stay in his bed all night for the first time,,,,,Livia would have her two
soldiers and Aurora as well....the Functionary's wife would amuse herself
with two of the slave boys......and Khouros would take this young lad to
his bed, the first bed-companion in many years......

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