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(MF, bi, intr, bd, reluc, v, orgies) *** 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: --------- 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 56