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

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

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

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

Livia liked young girls as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'The two we talked about, please.'

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

'What do we know of them?'

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

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

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

'Not Greek then, Khouros?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'He's not a slave, surely?'

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

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

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

The boy had seen anal fucking (let's give it its good old anglo-saxon name ...buggery): he'd seen it before. Once before he had been taken hostage, before his adolescence even, he had watched while a group of warriors from the tribe had raped a young captive. One after the other they had penetrated his anus with their triumphant pricks and unloaded in him. The brave enemy had screamed with pain and anguish at first, but later it was just un-manly sobbing. Later, in the Imperial Court he had watched very many scenes where courtiers fucked each other or pretty young lads. This was very, very different from that first gruesome exposure to sex: both parties, active and passive seemed to take equal pleasure in the act, and the passive guys were often deliberately inviting sex. 

'Yes, I've seen it a lot, but never done it myself....not one way or the other. I expect he'll want my mouth or my bottom.'

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

'It'll hurt....'

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

'I don't cry!'

'Of course not!'

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

'Oh no!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Oh yes!' 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I want to please you, sir'.

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

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

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

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

'Beautiful!'

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

The embrace was broken and the man held the boy at arms length a hand on each shoulder, looking down at his cock. Bed now seemed an immediate need! The boy was delightful, with that tiny triangle of golden hair above his flaccid little-boy cock, arching down white and straight-shafted and with a little pointy, pink knob. How wise Ripellus had been not to depilate this one: shaven cocks were sweet on older boys but when they were as young as this, with hairless balls and arses, then that golden triangle of fine silky hair was so very sexy. He started to unwind his toga.

'Help me to fold this, Midellus.' Folding the long white linen toga was really a job for four hands; the boy had done this chore before, though not in a sexual context, and his eyes were focused on his master's cock, not yet erect but hanging like a heavy piece of pipe, black hair greying on his chest but still jet-black on his belly, round his cock and over his balls. He shuddered a moment despite the heat as he thought of the adult cocks he had seen grow from that apparently innocuous tube into great masculine weapons and that it would soon be  entering his tight little bottom. He had often seen men fuck, mostly with brutal force, in the great communal houses of his tribal childhood, and well understood masculine power and passion. The moment passed, and he found himself looking with some awe at a beefy, warrior's body. Now the embrace was naked body to naked body, and the lust the man felt expressed in the hands that caressed silken smooth skin and in the tongue that explored his open mouth. 

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

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

They lay together on the bed, the man hauling the boy on top of him and kissing him again. 

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

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

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

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

'My turn now, boy. Kneel and bury your head in a cushion. I don't want to hear any protests. I would expect tham from your sister perhaps, but not from a boy of your tribe. Be brave, and perhaps you will enjoy this.....'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

'Suck now, boy!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'What is you name, my dear?'

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

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

'Yes, Mistress.'

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

'It smells of roses.'

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

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

'It goes in that great chest over there.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Lay on your belly.'

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

'Over on your back now, my dear.,

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

'How old are you, Aurora?'

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

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

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

'Thank you, mistress.'

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

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

'I do my exercises, girl.'

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

'Is that nice, Aurora?'

'Oh yes......'

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

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

'Now my dear.....'

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

'You can guess what I want, Aurora.'

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

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

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

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

'Now fuck me hard!'

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

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

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

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

She kissed the girl chastely this tiome on her forehead.

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

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Saturnalia!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'But she's.....'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Well, is she, boy?'

'She is, sir.'

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

The room went silent as all eyes were on the couple huggging and kissing in violation of the deepest taboos. This was saturnalia, and unbridled sex would bring good fortune for the year, fine weather and deep harvests, peace and plenty. The boy and girl seemed to have forgotten their earlier inhibitions: the spiced wine was working its magic, that and the undoubted attraction of firm young bodies, juicy cunt and hard cock. Both children had been sensitised to their sexual appetites by night after night of the lusts of their Master and Mistress, and now the stimulus of a young, nubile body was irresistable.

Round the remnants of the feast eyes glazed over, wine and food was forgotten as men, women, boys and girls, and yes, even the eunuch Khouros watched entranced as the girl fell backwards, her brother on top of her. her legs clasped around his waist, and naturally, without design or effort, he entered her. Aurora gasped her pleasure as her brother thrust hard, deep into her: this was so different from the sapphic mouth of her mistress every night. She could feel his cock hitting her clitoris with every thrust, but also his knob and the shaft stretching her tight, almost virgin cunt. Midellus felt his sister's body clasping his cock so tight, but also the juices that allowed it to force itself in and out. He was amazed at the pleasure, and those watching knew it was only the spiced wine that was slowing his orgasm and making the pleasure last. the girl was coming, shouting in the barbaric language of the frontier, grunting, panting her painted nails raking her brother's smooth, strong back. But he continued to fuck her. She was silent a minute or two, but then was coming again. The boy kept up his steady rhythm as again she grunted, squealed, swore in the barbaric tongue of her birth. This orgasm seemed to pass immediately into a third, and her heels were kicking in the air over her brother's back. He rolled her over so she was on top of him, and the watchers were rewarded with a view of her lovely hard little bum as she almost uncontrollably shagged him, kissing him, licking any part of his face neck and shoulders she could reach, and coming over and over again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boy lay beside Khouros his head on the plump, hairless chest. Khouros looked at the boy's cock and found he wanted to see it erect. He took it between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently. He could feel it swell a bit, so he rubbed its length, and of course it stiffened. now it was about a hand's width tall and very pretty, so white and hairless, the knob still covered by foreskin. Gently Khourus pulled the skin back, revealing the prettiest pink knob. for the first time in years, Khouros wanted cock! He leaned over the boy and took that shining knob into his mouth: he had nearly forgotten how good it was. The boy lay back now, closed his eyes, and heaven only knows what he was thinking about as Khouros sucked at him, nibbled his balls and generally enjoyed the boy's little treasures. Probably not images of being sucked by a fat old eunuch: perhaps kneeling for the mighty Magnus, or perhaps fantasies of the sexy Aurora he had just been watching. Whatever the mental stimulus, the physical pleasure was very real as Khouros had lost none of his old oral skills, and the boy soon came, rewarding the old eunuch with a pleasant mouthful of boy-juice.

The boy lay with his head in khouros lap as Khouros looked round the room. his Mistress was enjoying both her military lovers at once, riding one with his cock up her cunt, while the other was crouching over her, his cock reaming out her arsehole. Old Saturn would be enjoying that as he watched it from the Underworld. Marcus was into the arse of one of the slave boys while a second was energetically shagging his Master's mouth. The brother and sister were kissing, hugging, whispering, caresssing, but at least for a minute or two satisfied and not shagging. The official's wife was enjoying the cunt of one of the girl-slaves kneeling over her while a boy slave slowly and thoroughly fucked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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