When in Rome Part Two
Julia has Lucius and the other servants and slaves working feverishly to prepare her party before Saturnalia. I do not monitor the expense; there would be no point, but I note a sudden influx of slaves, boys and girls, and I am sure my sister has personally tested them all.
On the night of the orgy, she welcomes each guest with her tongue in their mouths, her hand cupping pussy or balls. As robes, dresses and tunics are discarded, and wine flows, she announces the first game. "Let each of my dear lady friends kneel, and suck on cock presented to them! First to bring forth cum wins first fuck!" Four of our friends kneel in line, and Lucius helps Julia blindfold each of them. Julia then leads the men into position. She has carefully arranged a random pattern of pairs, Druscilla faced by Cassius; Philomena having the cock of Julius hanging before her; Calpurnia will be sucking Seneca; and Flavia has Antony. None have any bearing to the other, and none of the women know whose cock they have to please. Portia, young daughter of Antony, step-daughter of Calpurnia, is told by Julia to watch and learn. I grip the girl's arse as we stand together, watching closely, and she takes my cock in her hand with no shame or even hesitation. Her first orgy, yes, but not her first cock, I think.
Julia moves along the line of bobbing heads and slurping mouths, admonishing "No hands!" as she gently taps Flavia on her shoulder. I wonder if she knows of my week in the country with the wife of my friend, Cassius? Flavia made story of visiting her sick aunt, and I made great store of a business trip, but negotiation was close to fruition, meaning I could leave the detail to trusted Lucius, while I spent the week in bed with the slight yet insatiable figure of young Flavia. In bed, on the floor, on the terrace, in the vineyard, in the bath house, on the kitchen table, against the wall, bent over a chair, riding my aching cock and being ridden like a be(a)st. If you need an illustration, perhaps I will break our secret next time we speak. But for now, Flavia draws Antony's cock deep in her hungry throat.
Julia, however has left little to chance, and it is Julius who fails to hold back, filling Philomena's hot and skillful mouth with his spend, just as my sister anticipated. I squeeze Portia's arse as I ponder how much Flavia has told Philomena about us; and more importantly, how much my ever-watchful sister knows of Philomena's desire for me. I have little intent toward her, desperate bitch that she is, her husband Seneca busy fucking the frustrated Druscilla while Julius looks for little boys. Yet Julia is capable of extreme jealousy, which is why I keep away from our friends outside our little gatherings. Apart from sweet Flavia, of course.
Philomena's prize of first fuck tales the form of a muscular Celt, his thick mane of unruly blond hair bringing gasps to many lips as he is brought in by my private guards. Julia tells them to stand ready, raising the tension among our guests by explaining what an untamed bru(t)e such as he could do to a Roman noble, man or woman! "Well, now we find out!" she cries as she whips off the boy's loin cloth revealing an immense and rapidly swelling cock! Julia lays Philomena on her back, on the cushions provided for first fuck, and the Celtic warrior takes revenge for his capture and humiliation on the Roman cunt opened for his abuse! He pounds into Philomena, who can only plead for mercy, begging the gods for him to stop, but her complaints are cancelled by her nails digging into his back as his arse rises and falls, his thick member filling her dripping snatch as she moans like a whore until she almost passes out with pleasure and pain.
Julia instructs the boy to stop, and he pulls out of his sweating conquest, staring with wild eyes at Philomena's trembling body. No one, not even this savage, can deny her beauty, her firm breasts, hard stomach and delicate cunny, framed by thin and dark lips, inviting tongue and finger and cock to part them and fill her wet cunt. And how he filled her! Better than even Julia imagined, her great rival and hated pretender to my love pummelled to within an inch of her life! How can my sister know I have no interest in the betrayed wife of Seneca, who can offer me no help in my political ambitions? She seeks nothing more than bitter fuck, and I will have nine of it. No, my friends, I will sate my sexual greed on the dear Flavia, married too young and neglected by her soldier husband. Oh how her warm kisses replenish my innermost being, how her tight cunt grips my eager cock, taking my full load of spunk time after time, in full knowledge that a baby would go unquestioned! But again, you distract me.
My sister kisses Philomena deeply, their tongues entwining, Julia groping the injured woman's breast. "Free time!" she announces, "Let all fuck and all be fucked! But let no man seed a woman of noble birth! Mouth and tits and arse are yours to plaster! And of course, the slaves are there for you to do with..." she waves a casual, careless hand, "as you wish!"
Now the party really begins, and I suddenly realise that young Portia has been swept away by my own sister, whose lips and fingers are exploring a firm young body, testing her experience... And her willingness to learn more. I turn to look for Flavia, but Calpurnia intercepts my gaze. "Paulus, darling!" she purrs, "I do believe you have been avoiding me! Come see what you have denied yourself, you silly man!" And she drops to her knees, my cock in both hands, twisting and pulling, her lips gentle on my purple tip, her tongue swirling, distracting me from my true desire. Well, a mouth is a mouth... I grip her long hair, braided in the fashion of her patrician class, and press my cock deep in her hot, slavering mouth. I feel the tip touch the back of her throat and she gags, pulling back and gasping for air. "You would have deeper hole?" she pants, and I turn her, pulling her arse in the air and pressing my cock to her glistening snatch. She groans as I push into her, opening up her cunt and stretching her to the limit, pushing my rigid member hard against the secret spots inside her love tunnel, clues to which the ancients left us in their sacred texts. She moans and sighs as her tits sway under her, my hand cupping one of them, her stiff nipple trapped between my fingers. I feel her body go rigid as the orgasm overwhelms her and her cunt grips my shaft. She calls out loudly as I pull from her and she rolls onto her back, her hand on her delta of Venus. "Finish me, Paulus! Please...!" I lie half on her and half across her quaking form, my mouth covering hers, taking away what remains of her breath and she grips my shoulders as my fingers flash across her aching clit, tipping her into another world.
To be continued
On the night of the orgy, she welcomes each guest with her tongue in their mouths, her hand cupping pussy or balls. As robes, dresses and tunics are discarded, and wine flows, she announces the first game. "Let each of my dear lady friends kneel, and suck on cock presented to them! First to bring forth cum wins first fuck!" Four of our friends kneel in line, and Lucius helps Julia blindfold each of them. Julia then leads the men into position. She has carefully arranged a random pattern of pairs, Druscilla faced by Cassius; Philomena having the cock of Julius hanging before her; Calpurnia will be sucking Seneca; and Flavia has Antony. None have any bearing to the other, and none of the women know whose cock they have to please. Portia, young daughter of Antony, step-daughter of Calpurnia, is told by Julia to watch and learn. I grip the girl's arse as we stand together, watching closely, and she takes my cock in her hand with no shame or even hesitation. Her first orgy, yes, but not her first cock, I think.
Julia moves along the line of bobbing heads and slurping mouths, admonishing "No hands!" as she gently taps Flavia on her shoulder. I wonder if she knows of my week in the country with the wife of my friend, Cassius? Flavia made story of visiting her sick aunt, and I made great store of a business trip, but negotiation was close to fruition, meaning I could leave the detail to trusted Lucius, while I spent the week in bed with the slight yet insatiable figure of young Flavia. In bed, on the floor, on the terrace, in the vineyard, in the bath house, on the kitchen table, against the wall, bent over a chair, riding my aching cock and being ridden like a be(a)st. If you need an illustration, perhaps I will break our secret next time we speak. But for now, Flavia draws Antony's cock deep in her hungry throat.
Julia, however has left little to chance, and it is Julius who fails to hold back, filling Philomena's hot and skillful mouth with his spend, just as my sister anticipated. I squeeze Portia's arse as I ponder how much Flavia has told Philomena about us; and more importantly, how much my ever-watchful sister knows of Philomena's desire for me. I have little intent toward her, desperate bitch that she is, her husband Seneca busy fucking the frustrated Druscilla while Julius looks for little boys. Yet Julia is capable of extreme jealousy, which is why I keep away from our friends outside our little gatherings. Apart from sweet Flavia, of course.
Philomena's prize of first fuck tales the form of a muscular Celt, his thick mane of unruly blond hair bringing gasps to many lips as he is brought in by my private guards. Julia tells them to stand ready, raising the tension among our guests by explaining what an untamed bru(t)e such as he could do to a Roman noble, man or woman! "Well, now we find out!" she cries as she whips off the boy's loin cloth revealing an immense and rapidly swelling cock! Julia lays Philomena on her back, on the cushions provided for first fuck, and the Celtic warrior takes revenge for his capture and humiliation on the Roman cunt opened for his abuse! He pounds into Philomena, who can only plead for mercy, begging the gods for him to stop, but her complaints are cancelled by her nails digging into his back as his arse rises and falls, his thick member filling her dripping snatch as she moans like a whore until she almost passes out with pleasure and pain.
Julia instructs the boy to stop, and he pulls out of his sweating conquest, staring with wild eyes at Philomena's trembling body. No one, not even this savage, can deny her beauty, her firm breasts, hard stomach and delicate cunny, framed by thin and dark lips, inviting tongue and finger and cock to part them and fill her wet cunt. And how he filled her! Better than even Julia imagined, her great rival and hated pretender to my love pummelled to within an inch of her life! How can my sister know I have no interest in the betrayed wife of Seneca, who can offer me no help in my political ambitions? She seeks nothing more than bitter fuck, and I will have nine of it. No, my friends, I will sate my sexual greed on the dear Flavia, married too young and neglected by her soldier husband. Oh how her warm kisses replenish my innermost being, how her tight cunt grips my eager cock, taking my full load of spunk time after time, in full knowledge that a baby would go unquestioned! But again, you distract me.
My sister kisses Philomena deeply, their tongues entwining, Julia groping the injured woman's breast. "Free time!" she announces, "Let all fuck and all be fucked! But let no man seed a woman of noble birth! Mouth and tits and arse are yours to plaster! And of course, the slaves are there for you to do with..." she waves a casual, careless hand, "as you wish!"
Now the party really begins, and I suddenly realise that young Portia has been swept away by my own sister, whose lips and fingers are exploring a firm young body, testing her experience... And her willingness to learn more. I turn to look for Flavia, but Calpurnia intercepts my gaze. "Paulus, darling!" she purrs, "I do believe you have been avoiding me! Come see what you have denied yourself, you silly man!" And she drops to her knees, my cock in both hands, twisting and pulling, her lips gentle on my purple tip, her tongue swirling, distracting me from my true desire. Well, a mouth is a mouth... I grip her long hair, braided in the fashion of her patrician class, and press my cock deep in her hot, slavering mouth. I feel the tip touch the back of her throat and she gags, pulling back and gasping for air. "You would have deeper hole?" she pants, and I turn her, pulling her arse in the air and pressing my cock to her glistening snatch. She groans as I push into her, opening up her cunt and stretching her to the limit, pushing my rigid member hard against the secret spots inside her love tunnel, clues to which the ancients left us in their sacred texts. She moans and sighs as her tits sway under her, my hand cupping one of them, her stiff nipple trapped between my fingers. I feel her body go rigid as the orgasm overwhelms her and her cunt grips my shaft. She calls out loudly as I pull from her and she rolls onto her back, her hand on her delta of Venus. "Finish me, Paulus! Please...!" I lie half on her and half across her quaking form, my mouth covering hers, taking away what remains of her breath and she grips my shoulders as my fingers flash across her aching clit, tipping her into another world.
To be continued
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