This is another story in the series that started with Roman-ce and then with Roman Slave Sarah. This story stands alone although if you read Roman-ce first then you’ll know a bit more about the main characters.
In real life Shari is actually someone who really liked those two earlier stories and thought it would be fun to be in the next episode. Of course the real Shari is different from the Princess in the story. For a start she is really 19, not a Princess and not quite so innocent either…
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The palace in Rome was abuzz. There was a new Princess who’d recently arrived from the south. She was to be wed to the Emperor’s nephew on her eighteenth birthday in just a few days. Since the Emperor’s nephew, a political schemer, was likely to be a future Emperor, the princess would likely be a future Empress.
When Vicky the Empress had told Paul, the gladiator turned gardener, she could tell immediately that he was interested. A virgin Princess was too exciting a prize to have so close. A perfectly formed peach just ready to be picked from the tree, its juice sweet and ripe for sucking.
**
“How much do you know about sex?” the Empress Vicky asked Princess Shari.
“Nothing much,” Shari replied. “But we don’t plan on having children immediately so there is plenty of time for me to learn.”
“But your husband will expect sex on your wedding night?”
“No, surely not?”
“Has nobody trained you?” Vicky asked mischievously.
The Princess blushed. “No, I know nothing of such things. Just a few rumors about the man and the woman’s seed forming a baby.”
“Then there is no time to lose since you are to be married in two days”
Shari burst into tears. “But how can I find out what I need to know?” she sobbed.
“There is no time for a full education. Who do you know in Rome?”
Vicky already had a good idea about the answer.
“Only my father who brought me here a few days ago. I know so little of the ways of Rome. I was brought up in an isolated palace on the island of Sicily, far from the cosmopolitan ways of the capital. I only found out a few days ago that I was to be married to the Emperor’s nephew tomorrow. I won’t even meet him until the ceremony. I know nobody in the city other than my father.”
“Then I shall have to teach you myself,” said Vicky firmly.
But where? The palace walls had too many ears. Vicky remembered the royal orchards and had arranged a carriage there for the following day. She had the carriagemen stand guard at the sole gate into the high-walled garden. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone but it was not too hot now that it was nearly autumn. The two women walked to the grassy clearing in the center of the trees, far from any prying eyes.
Except that Vicky had arranged for the Paul to be at the orchard too. The education of Shari was about to begin.
**
Paul stood in the orchard hidden behind a fig tree, glad of the shade from its broad leaves. It was a warm day and the Mediterranean sun bleached much of the color from the view. The crickets were chirping. They were far outside the city of Rome itself.
Over by the clearing in the center of the orchard Paul could see the Empress Vicky and the new Princess Shari as they walked up the broad avenue from the gate that curved around so that the clearing was completely hidden from view from outside the orchard. The Empress was a tall woman with light brown hair. The Princess was a small petite woman with black hair, although it occasionally seemed henna-red when the sun caught it.
Paul watched, waiting for Vicky’s pre-arranged signal to come out of hiding.
**
Vicky walked into the clearing with the young Princess. First, Vicky though, the Princess would need to learn about her own body.
“Do you ever touch yourself between your legs?” Vicky asked her.
Shari looked shocked. “Of course not. I was always told that I must never do that, it is against the will of the gods.”
“That’s for the plebeians,” Vicky replied. “If all the plebs spent their time masturbating then the fields would go unplanted and the crops unharvested. You need to learn about how your body works this afternoon. I’m going to start by showing you mine.”
**
Shari was amazed when Vicky said she would show her own body to the young Princess. She was even more amazed when Vicky immediately undid the brooch that held her toga in place, released it and stepped naked into the orchard clearing. The Empress Vicky was tall against the much smaller Princess, with very large breasts. She had never seen a woman stand blatantly naked before her. She looked lower. Vicky had long shapely legs and at the top a triangle of reddish hair.
“You have to be naked too,” Vicky said quietly
Shari reached up to the brooch but she found that she was too shy. She couldn’t bring herself to undo the brooch and reveal her body to Vicky. Shari watched as Vicky’s hand reached out and undid the brooch. It was as if everything was happening to someone else. She felt the material of the toga fall from her shoulders and automatically caught it at her waist, bunching the material to keep her sex hidden.
Shari stood there embarrassed as Vicky inspected her breasts. She had small pert rounded breasts with little rose nipples.
“Do you ever touch your nipples?” Vicky said.
“No,” said Shari. Actually she did occasionally touch her nipples when she was in bed. It made her feel guilty since it felt so good and therefore she was sure it was something that she was not meant to do.
Shari felt Vicky’s hand on a breast, felt Vicky’s finger and thumb close around one of her pink nipples, felt her nipple respond and harden. Vicky gently stroked the point of the nipple sending small tremors of pleasure through Shari’s body.
“Now you do it,” Vicky ordered, taking her hand away.
Shari reached up and touched her marble-hard nipple sending more good feelings through her breast.
“With both hands.”
Shari realized that she would have to drop her toga completely to stroke both breasts but then, sooner or later, that would happen anyway. She released the material at her waist and let it fall before raising her hands and stroking both her nipples.
“Close your eyes and enjoy the feeling,” Vicky said quietly.
Shari shut her eyes and enjoyed the feelings of pleasure that spread out from her nipples as she lightly caressed the tips with the ends of her fingers.
**
Paul watched as Vicky stepped naked out of her toga in front of the innocent Princess. He felt his cock stir as Vicky revealed the young girls breasts. His cock was rigid by the time that Shari dropped her toga to the ground and stood there with her eyes shut caressing her own breasts.
**
Vicky spread her toga out on the grass and lay down on it, looking up at the Princess above her caressing her breasts, lost in sexual pleasure for the first time in her life. She looked lower was surprised that she was hairless, her cleft clearly visible with the hint of a pink petal nestling within.
Vicky lay back and parted her thighs. “Look,” she said to Shari, who opened her eyes as if surprised to be back in the orchard.
**
Shari watched as Vicky’s fingers opened the folds of her sex. She was torn between curiosity at seeing another woman’s sex for the first time, and the feeling that she was violating some strong taboo.
Vicky pulled her pussy open wider. She pointed to something that looked like a tiny pink pearl where her inner lips came together. “This is my clit,” Vicky said. She pulled her lips further apart. Her clit stood up and stuck out. Shari continued to watch as Vicky slowly moved a finger to touch it. A shudder seemed to run through her when her finger connected.
Shari watched as Vicky’s finger moved further back and was amazed as it slowly vanished inside her.
“This is my vagina, my pussy, my cunt.”
Vicky slowly slid her finger out of herself again. Shari was surprised that it glistened with some sort of wet juice.
“This is where your monthly bleeding comes out and,” she continues, “when you have sex…”
Shari watch as Vicky pushed a finger back deep into her opening.
“… this is where the man’s cock enters.”
Shari gasped. She thought for a moment that Vicky was teasing her but she seemed to be completely serious. She couldn’t imagine lying like Vicky with her legs spread in front of a man, never mind the idea that a man’s cock would enter her body like Vicky’s finger was doing. She was relieved that from her childhood experience she knew that a man’s cock was not much bigger than Vicky’s finger.
**
Vicky knew Shari would be shocked when she started to explain the very basics of sexual intercourse. She was surprised how turned on she was giving Shari a guided tour of the most intimate corner of her body. In fact she realized that she was close to coming. Time for another lesson.
“I’m going to show you what a climax is now,” she said to the young girl kneeling spellbound between her legs watching her every movement.
Vicky moved her finger from inside her pussy, spreading some of her juices onto her clit. She could feel juices seeping from inside her and running down between her ass cheeks. Slowly she started to roll her finger in small circles on her rock-hard clit. She started to breathe more heavily as her orgasm built up within. She held herself just short of coming, enjoying the exhibitionism of what she was doing, enjoying the idea of the sexual pleasures that she was going to reveal to Shari. Finally she let herself come, moaning loudly as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her body, maintaining eye-contact with Shari throughout..
She lay there limply looking up at Shari’s amazed face.
**
Shari was indeed amazed as she watched Vicky manipulate her clit and bring her body to orgasm. She’d never experienced an orgasm herself so to her it seemed that Vicky was having some sort of fit.
Vicky got her breath back. “Now you lie down,” she said.
Shari lay down on the outspread toga but she kept her thighs firmly together.
“How come you are hairless?”
“My mother makes my maidservant does it. She puts warm wax on my hair and once it is set she tears it off. It is quite painful for a moment. She has done it since I first started to have some hair when my breasts came. I assumed all women did it but I see that you are hairy.”
“It’s pretty,” Vicky continued. “Now open your legs.”
Shari couldn’t order her body to do something so exposing. She already felt vulnerable just being naked in front of Vicky. Vicky started to get up.
“If you are not going to follow instruction then I won’t be able to teach you.”
Shari was terrified that Vicky might be going to renege on her promise to teach her all about sex, and now she was starting to be aware just how much there was that she didn’t know.
“Now spread your legs. I’m not going to ask you again,” Vicky said quietly.
Shari slowly parted her thighs revealing her innermost secret to someone for the first time. She felt Vicky’s eyes on her sex as she fought the urge to bring her legs back together to protect her vulnerability.
**
Paul watched from a distance as Vicky and Shari seemed to argue about something. Finally Shari lay back in front of Vicky and spread her legs. With Shari lying on the ground Paul could afford to come closer without the risk of being seen. He made eye-contact with Vicky as he slipped between the trees to the edge of the clearing.
**
Shari was experiencing sensations that she’d never felt before as Vicky’s fingers gently opened her pussy. She could feel a tightness between her legs, shivers of excitement that fluttered through her with each small movement of Vicky’s finger. When Vicky’s finger slipped deeper into the furrow of her sex she was surprised that she seemed to be wet.
Without warning, Vicky sat down on Shari, pinning her on her back to the ground. She clapped three times. It took Shari a moment to realize that she could hear footsteps. A third person was approaching them in the orchard. She snapped her legs together to conceal her sex again, and covered her breasts with her hands, mortified to be caught in such a compromising situation. She struggled to escape from underneath Vicky but the Empress was much stronger and the battle was hopeless.
**
Paul saw Vicky pin Shari down and clap three times. This was his signal to approach. He walked over to where the tall Empress had immobilized the petite Princess. As his footsteps approached, Paul noticed as Shari attempted to hide her nakedness. She really was very pretty, he thought, as he anticipated the pleasure he would have playing with her fresh body. Small breasts, but nice and firm with cute little dark red nipples. And a shaven cleft he couldn’t wait to explore.
**
Vicky watched Paul approach while she felt Shari struggling ineffectively underneath her. Vicky looked up as Paul bent down and kissed her.
“Now it is time for you to learn about a man’s body,” she told Shari.
“I’m going to release you now,” she told the Princess beneath her. “I want you to spread your legs again. You must learn not to be uncomfortable at being naked in front of a man.”
Vicky stood up. She watched as Shari slowly parted her legs, clearly humiliated at having to expose herself in front of the stranger. Those parts of her body that were so secret that she’d never even seen them herself were manifestly exhibited to a man’s inquiring eyes.
“Shari, this is Paul. He is the palace gardener. But he is also the most skilled lover in the palace. He will teach you well.”
She turned to Paul. “Take off your clothes.”
Paul pulled his robe over his head. He was naked underneath. As a gardener he was fit and muscular, and tanned from long hours outdoors in the sun. His cock was only semi-hard. Perfect, Vicky thought. Large enough to intimidate Shari but without yet revealing all its secrets.
**
Shari was astonished when Paul stripped. Of course she had seen men’s chests where they labored in the fields, but when she looked lower she was stunned to see Paul’s cock dangling below his belly. It looked enormous, far bigger than anything she remembered from her childhood, even accounting for everyone having grown bigger overall.
“Touch it,” she heard Vicky tell her.
Paul knelt down beside Shari. She reached out and experimentally touched his cock with a finger tip. It was soft and firm at the same time, like a ripening fruit, she thought. She slowly wrapped her hand around it. She felt it harden in her hand and she let go of it in surprise. Instead of falling back to hang where it was before it stuck out. As Shari watched Paul’s cock slowly hardened and gradually elevated itself until it was first horizontal and then finally pointing higher. It was enormous, Shari thought.
“Put your hand around it,” Vicky ordered her.
She reached out and for a second time wrapped her hand around Paul’s cock. It was much thicker than before, she could barely close her small fist around it. Paul reached down and held her hand under his and gently guided her to stroke up and down along the length of his cock. She skin on the surface felt soft, she thought, but inside it was hard like statue made of bronze.
Shari felt Vicky take her other hand and moved it between Paul’s legs. She could feel the hardness of Paul’s balls where they nestled inside the soft downy-haired sack. She heard Paul’s moan of pleasure as she caressed his balls with one hand while she gently pumped his cock with the other.
As Shari continued to stroke Paul’s cock he moved so that the pink head of his cock moved closer to her mouth. Surely sex didn’t involve a cock entering her mouth. Didn’t Vicky say it went between her legs in some way?
“Open your mouth,” she heard Vicky say.
Shari continued to stroke Paul but her mouth remained firmly closed. Shari just couldn’t believe what seemed to be expected of her. “That’s a definite spanking offence,” Vicki continued when she hadn’t complied with her instructions. Vicky knelt down beside the two of them and took Paul’s cock in one hand. She guided it until Shari could feel it pressing against her lips. Only then did she let go with her hand and open her mouth as Vicky guided the pink cockhead into her. Shari wasn’t sure what to do but Vicki told her how to move her tongue. As she did so Paul started to gently move his cock in and out of her mouth. Shari felt his cock moving so that the tip of his cockhead was at her lips and then pushing into her until he was at the back of her mouth. Shari was surprised that it didn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact it felt extremely naughty.
“Try not to gag,” Shari heard Vicky say.
She wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, but Paul started to thrust deeper now, pushing his cock past the back of her tongue so that it started to touch the back of her throat. Shari found that it was a bit unpleasant at first but if she concentrated then it started to get enjoyable again. Shari felt Paul’s hand on her head. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock with each thrust, pushing his cock slightly deeper into her throat. Shari felt his balls tightening underneath her fingers as his thrusts got harder and deeper. He seemed to be behaving in a similar manner to how Vicky had been earlier when she had climaxed, perhaps he was going to climax too.
**
Paul was getting close to coming. He grabbed Shari’s hair with both hands and pushed his cock deep into the young girl’s mouth. He could feel his balls against her chin, feel his cockhead sliding into her throat. He wanted to come in her mouth, but since Shari had never seen a man come before, he felt he’d better pull out at the last moment. Paul felt Vicky’s hand stroke his ass, felt a finger slip between his cheeks and rest on his asshole. As Paul mercilessly fucked Shari’s virgin mouth, Vicky pushed a finger deep into his tight hole. Paul started to come almost immediately.
**
Shari felt Paul pull out of her mouth. For a moment, Paul’s cock was still and then it jolted and a jet of something shot out and left a white trail across her breast. It jerked again and another spurt of whatever it was left a second line. She felt Paul’s cock back at her mouth as he pulled hard on her hair forcing himself back into her mouth. She felt his cock continue to jerk against her tongue as Paul’s orgasm continued. Finally Paul’s cock was quiet and he pulled away from her completely. Shari noticed that his cock seemed to be softer and less rigid now. Shari watched as Vicky bent down and licked the white substance off her breasts, taking special care to lick her nipples delicately, sending more tremors of pleasure across Shari’s upper body.
**
Vicky licked the last of Paul’s come from Shari’s pert breasts.
“That’s Paul’s come, the male seed,” Vicky told Shari. “When a man comes in your vagina that’s how baby’s get started.”
Vicky and Paul had already come and so Vicky decided that it was Shari’s turn.
“Would you like to come too?” she asked the young Princess. “No, wait, I don’t think I’m going to give you the choice.” Vicky turned to Paul. “Show Vicky how to masturbate.”
Vicky watched Paul lie alongside Shari and take her in his arms. She knew Paul wanted to fuck her, she could see it in his eyes. But they would surely be discovered if Shari was not a virgin on her wedding night.
As Vicky watched, Paul’s hand caressed Shari’s breast before slowly moving lower across the flat of her belly towards the ravine between her marble-smooth lips.
**
Shari felt Paul cuddle her. He started to kiss her, his tongue playing with hers inside her mouth. His hand was on her breast, gently circling it, squeezing it a little, pinching her nipple. Her breasts felt more sensitive than she could ever remember, her nipples felt on fire. She felt her own legs part themselves almost instinctively as she felt Paul’s hand creeping lower across her. He was moving his fingers in small circles, around her navel and then lower, to the area where her maidservant would wax her, then lower still until his fingertips were grazing her lips. She knew she wanted him to move lower still, between her legs, even though she’d never been touched there before. She felt Paul’s finger push between her fleshy lips, nestling just between them. Her hips thrust up towards his fingers as if under their own control, bringing her clit towards his finger. But frustratingly he moved his finger too, teasing her.
Paul’s finger was deep in the folds of her lips now. She felt a finger slip into her opening, spreading her wetness in small circles. She thrust up trying to get his finger deeper into her but his way was blocked inside her, unlike when she had watched Vicky fuck herself with her own finger.
“That’s your hymen,” said Vicky. “It usually remains intact through your girlhood until you first have sex. Your husband will not be happy if it is not present. He will assume you are no longer a virgin, already spoiled by another man.”
Paul’s finger moved, now slick with her own juices, back towards her clit. The moment he touched her, a shiver of excitement ran through her body. She started to realize how much pleasure she had been forgoing to appease the Roman gods by not exploring this hidden corner of her body. Her clit felt really hard, as if it were sticking out like a nipple. Paul’s finger was circling her clit now, first softly and then a bit harder. Shari felt strange feelings inside herself that she had never felt before. In some ways it was like the feeling before you sneeze, she thought, a feeling of anticipation, a buildup of some sort.
Shari felt Paul take her hand and guide it to her crotch. Then he took her index finger and he moved it so that she was making the same movement as he had been earlier, but now with her own finger. He moved her finger in small circles on her clit and the feeling of anticipation only got stronger. She heard somebody moan before she realized that it was her own sound. Her breathing seemed to be harder now, as if she had been running, despite the fact that she was just lying on the ground under the warm sun.
Now Paul was moving her finger up and down, pressing harder and moving faster, strumming on her clit. She felt her excitement build, knew something was going to happen but had no idea what. And then suddenly her climax exploded out from her clit, radiating pleasure all the way to her toes and fingertips. Her hips thrust like an animal against where Paul held her finger on her hard clit. She screamed with pleasure as her body drove all thought from her mind other than unlimited joy and ecstasy. She felt her whole cunt clenching rhythmically as if trying to grab onto her finger and suck it into her. Finally her body quietened down and she lay there limply on the spread out toga. She wondered if she had fainted for a moment before she realized she had discovered something that she wanted to experience again.
Gentle feelings of bliss were already flowing through her again before she realized that Paul was now lying between her legs and very gently touching her hyper-sensitive clit with the very tip of his tongue. Her clit could barely stand to be touched but Paul seemed to know just how far he could go. His tongue moved lower, licking the length of her slit, pushing into the entrance of her cunt. As her clit got less sensitive, Paul started to tongue it harder, dancing a random pattern that Shari found unbelievably exciting.
Paul licked lower again, the tip of his tongue sliding the entire length between her lips before circling inside the entrance again. She knew that she wanted his cock in that entrance even though she’d never thought of such a thing before. That must be what sex was all about, she realized. Paul licked lower still, surely he wouldn’t lick her asshole but, yes, his tongue was now on that most secret spot of all. He reached underneath her and she felt a finger push into her ass as Paul’s tongue returned to her clit. He was gently fucking her ass with a fingertip as his tongue gently fucked her clit. She could feel that feeling of excitement and anticipation building up inside herself again. But now she felt more in control and could savor the enjoyment, waiting for those waves of pleasure that she now knew would soon be upon her. Paul sucked on her clit, pulling it into his mouth, gently grazing it with his teeth as she felt his finger work deeper into her ass. She pulled her knees up towards her chest, opening her body to Paul as wide as she could. Before she realized it was happening, she was coming again, her hips thrusting her clit into Paul’s mouth. She could feel herself contracting on the finger in her ass as Paul fucked her in time with the waves of her orgasm.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. “No, wait, I’m only meant to fuck my husband.” Finally her body was quiet. She thought again. “And I must be a virgin on my wedding night,” she said disappointedly.
**
Vicky watched as Paul slowly brought Shari to another mind-blowing orgasm with his tongue. Paul’s finger in Shari’s ass gave her an idea. She let Shari recover from her orgasm..
“Turn on your front,” Vicky ordered Shari, who rolled over as instructed.
Vicky was pleased that Paul realized immediately what she had in mind. Vicky watched as Paul parted Vicky’s cheeks exposing the puckered rear entrance. It looked like a tight pink rosebud. Vicky watched as Paul’s tongue-tip touched it, eliciting a jerk of surprise from Shari. As Paul continued to work between Shari’s cheeks, Vicky walked over to the leather satchel that Paul had been carrying when he first arrived. She removed a small bottle of olive oil. Paul’s tongue was starting to push into Shari’s hole as Vicky dribbled a stream of oil between her cheeks that then flowed down the crack of her ass to Paul. He worked the oil into her ass with his tongue before he replaced his tongue with a finger. Gradually he worked a finger deep into the Princess, and then added a second finger from his other hand, distending her virgin rear entrance. Vicky heard Shari moan with pleasure at the unfamiliar feeling. Vicky poured a little oil into her hand, reached between Paul’s thighs and stroked his cock, already hard again, leaving it slick with a gold-green sheen.
“Turn back onto your back,” Vicky ordered when she thought Shari was ready.
**
Shari felt Paul remove his fingers from her ass and then she rolled onto her back.
“Pull up your knees as high as you can,” she heard Vicky say and so she pulled her knees up towards her shoulders, spreading open her pussy and her ass..
Paul moved over her so that he was facing her. She could feel the point of his cock where it rested against her cunt-lips. But he guided it lower until it was nestling in the oily dimple of the entrance to her ass. Paul was holding Shari’s hair again, immobilizing her as he slowly pushed his cock into her tightness. It was at once exciting and intense, painful almost. Paul was rocking his cock back and forth now, gradually opening her up more and going a little deeper each time.
“This is how your husband will fuck you,” Shari heard Vicky explain. “Except of course that he’ll have his cock in your cunt.”
Finally Shari felt Paul’s cockhead enter her. She groaned as he slowly pushed his oiled cock deeper into her ass. He kissed her, playing with her tongue again as she felt her body gradually accept the invasion. She could feel Paul’s balls against her ass cheeks as he started to fuck her more vigorously.
After a few minutes Paul pulled out of her. He lay on his back. Vicky told her to squat over him so she moved with a foot either side of his hips. Vicky held his cock vertically so that it aligned with her asshole again as she slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his cock slide easily into her welcoming ass. Paul reached up. He squeezed her round breasts and pinched her little nipples, sending more feelings of arousal through her, as she started to rise up and down on his cock as if she were riding a trotting horse. She tightened the muscles in her ass, intensifying the pleasure. One of Paul’s hands had gone from her nipple and was now touching her clit, alternately teasing it with a featherlike touch before pinching it. Shari knew she was close to coming again. She fucked Paul’s cock more aggressively now, rising high before dropping her body fast against him so that his cock slammed roughly into her ass. She brushed his hand away off her clit. She didn’t need such direct stimulation. As she fucked Paul’s cock with her whole body she felt her orgasm break over her like a huge wave. She could barely continue thrusting her hips to keep her climax going. It was the most exciting moment of her life, she thought, as she felt her ass squeeze Paul’s cock like a milkmaid.
“I’m coming too,” she heard Paul say. She wanted him to come in her mouth this time. She pulled off Paul’s cock and turned around. She wrapped her lips around his cock as she felt it jerk, felt the warm salty-sweet jets of come where they landed on her tongue and pumped into the back of her throat.
**
Vicky looked up at the sun. It was low in the sky. Although it would be fun to continue she knew that they must get the Princess back to the palace.
“If anyone asks you how you know anything about sex you must say that your physician told you. This afternoon in the orchard is a secret you must take to the grave.”
Shari stood up and Vicky passed her her toga. Then she picked up her own, which was now stained with sweat and come and oil and wrapped it around herself.
The two women walked back towards the entrance to the orchard and their waiting carriage, leaving Paul to dress himself and find his own way back into Rome.
**
It was later the same evening that Vicky heard a knock on her door. She was not surprised when it turned out to be Paul.
“Have some figs,” was the first thing he said, offering her a bowl of fruit that he had freshly picked that afternoon. He picked up one of the purple fruits. “You can see why ‘fig’ is slang for a woman’s pussy,” he said. “All purple and wrinkly and unpromising on the outside.” He pulled the fig open revealing the flesh within. “And all pink and juicy and exciting inside.” He put the fig into his mouth and savored the sweet flavor. Vicky could taste the fig juice in his mouth when he bent over and kissed her.
“But I also have a present for Princess Shari.”
He reached into his satchel and pulled out a piece of olive-wood that he had spent the early evening carving. It was a beautiful carved cock-shaped dildo. Vicky looked at it curiously. It was undeniably beautiful, and Shari would surely enjoy it if she could keep it hidden from her husband, but why had Paul made it? Paul walked over to the chest in the corner and removed some things. He gave Vicky detailed instructions on the plan for the evening. Finally they were prepared.
“Come, let’s go and see Shari.”
It would be a dangerous mission. Tonight was the eve of Shari’s wedding and there was certain to be a guard on her bedchamber to ensure that she would indeed appear for her marriage ceremony, and also to ensure that the Emperor’s nephew would not be tempted to taste the fig of his wife before they were betrothed.
Paul slipped away as they walked along the long corridors. Vicky arrived at the other end of the palace at Shari’s apartment. There were two legionnaires standing guard at the door.
“May I enter?” she asked her heart thumping at what they planned to do.
“Yes, Empress. But only females are allowed into the Princess’s apartment. No man may enter on pain of death.”
Vicky gestured to her large bust. “I think I pass that test.”
“We will need to search that bag.”
Vicky held open the leather bag that she had strapped to her waist. The first thing it contained was a large glass perfume bottle.
“A wedding gift for the Princess,” she explained.
The guard looked in the bottom of the bag. There was a parchment scroll there rolled up on a wooden rod. Vicky partially unrolled it to show him. It wished all future happiness to the couple. Finally there was a silk scarf.
“You may pass,” said the guard.
She walked past the two guards and entered Shari’s suite. Shari was reclining against some cushions and was clearly surprised at Vicky’s entrance. Vicky put a finger to her lips. She lifted up her toga to her waist. Hanging between her thighs was a coil of fine silken rope. She unknotted it from where it was fixed around her waist.
She walked across the room to the window, unlocked it and swung it open. Outside there was a balcony. She looked down. There were more legionnaires on guard in the garden. Vicky tied the rope to an iron stanchion. Then she lowered the rope over the parapet to the balcony of the suite of rooms below. She hoped the guards didn’t think to look up. Paul silently shinned up the rope and in no time the two of them were in Shari’s living room with the tell-tale rope at their feet.
Vicky gestured to Shari and the three of them went into Shari’s bedchamber at the far end of the apartment, away from any inquisitive ears. Vicky put the perfume bottle on the mantle of the fire, lit earlier by a servant since it was cool in the evenings now.
Next, she took out the scroll and unrolled it. She tore the parchment off the wooden core around which it was wrapped. She threw the parchment on the fire which flared briefly. The core was the olive-wood dildo that she placed on the mantle too. Meanwhile, Paul removed two leather cuffs from each wrist where he had been carrying them. At the other end of the mantle, the remains of a twelve hour candle burned. It would have been lit at midday and would go out at midnight. Only an hour or two to go until the Princess’s wedding day and her birthday.
“We need to be really quiet,” Vicky whispered to Shari, picking up the silk scarf from out of her bag.
**
Shari watched Vicky take the scarf from the bag. She rolled it up and put the roll into Shari’s mouth and tied a knot tightly at the bag of her head. Shari was firmly gagged and would not be able to cry out accidentally.
Paul came over and gestured for Shari to hold out her hands. She did so and Paul attached a soft leather cuff around each wrist and buckled it into place. It was tight enough that there would be no escape but not tight enough to be painful. He crouched down in front of her, lifted up the hem of her toga and attached a similar, but slightly larger, soft leather cuff around each ankle.
Paul gestured to the brooch that held Shari’s toga in place at her shoulder. She reached up and undid it and let the toga fall to the floor. She still felt a bit embarrassed at being naked in front of Paul and Vicky, despite having spent the afternoon in far more exposed positions. Shari watched as Vicky undid her toga too. When Paul took off his tunic, Shari was still surprised by the size of a man’s cock, despite the fact that it had been up her ass earlier in the day.
Paul led Shari over to the cushioned ottoman in the center of the room. From his gestures Shari knew she should lie face-down on it. Paul fixed her ankles and wrists into place so that she was bent over the chest with her legs spread and her ass up in the air. She felt very exposed. Vicky took the glass perfume bottle from the mantle and Shari felt thick oily liquid fall at the top of the crack of her ass and dribble down between her cheeks and over her lips. Paul’s fingers rubbed the oil into the soft folds of Shari’s cunt and just into the entrances to her cunt and asshole.
She couldn’t see exactly what was happening behind her, but next Shari felt Paul lightly kissing her lips. She felt her lips engorge as she got more and more excited. Paul’s fingers parted her outer lips, opening up her cunt to his tongue. Her clit felt harder than ever as it waited expectantly for attention. Paul’s fingers spread her lips wider and his tongue descended and finally touched that magic button. Shari moaned quietly behind the silk gag. Somehow being tied up and unable to move while Paul worked up her arousal to a fever pitch again made the whole experience even more arousing.
Paul’s tongue didn’t touch her too intensely so that her arousal built slowly. It seemed to build to an even higher level like that. Shari was ready to come but Paul seemed to sense this and lightened his touch even more, just holding her shy of orgasm. Shari had never felt so aroused in her life. Finally Paul took her clit between his teeth. He didn’t bite her, just applied a slight pressure but it was enough for Shari’s orgasm to flood her body. Shari felt an intense desire for her cunt to be filled, she felt empty and unsatisfied.
Shari shook her head. But “yes, yes, yes,” was what she really thought.
Paul didn’t move from between her thighs and continued to lick her gently as her clit recovered. At the same time he tickled her asshole with a fingertip, rubbing the slick oil into the puckered entrance. As Shari relaxed Paul’s finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle. Paul’s experienced tongue soon had the young Princess close to coming again.
She was still very aroused and it didn’t take long before she was close to coming again.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” Vicky asked her again.
Shari tried to talk but with the gag it was not possible. So she shook her head again. She must be a virgin on her wedding night or she would precipitate a political crisis. But she was hungry for penetration. She moved her head in a vain gesture towards her ass before hanging her head in frustration. But either Paul understood or already had the same idea. He stood up and pushed his pink cockhead against the Princess’s brown-skinned rear opening. Shari moaned behind her gag as Paul slowly forced his cock into her. She felt his hands under her body caressing her firm breasts as the sword of his cock slipped into the scabbard of her ass. As Shari felt her asshole relax, Paul started to fuck her more vigorously, roughly even.
Vicky bent down beside Shari. “Is that good?”
Shari nodded. This morning she had been an innocent young girl who had never even touched herself. Now she was a sexual animal being serviced by a rutting stag with his cock in her most taboo place. And she didn’t feel guilty, she felt elated. An unexpected orgasm came out of nowhere, detonating in her asshole before spreading like a wildfire through the rest of her body. She thought she might pass out from a surfeit of pleasure. The gag in her mouth meant she had to breathe through her nose but she was breathing so hard she sounded like a horse after a race in the coliseum.
Paul pulled out of her ass. He slid his cock up and down between Shari’s lips, and then rested for a moment with his cockhead nestling in the entrance to her unused cunt. Shari was torn. More than anything in the world she wanted him to push forward, she wanted to experience total sexual union. But she was a Princess, and her duty was to her family, and her province, and her future husband. Her destiny was to be a virgin for another twenty-four hours. She shook her head, saying “no” through the gag although it just came out as an incomprehensible noise.
Paul teased her with his cock, sliding it up and down her slit, pushing just into her ass, pushing just into her cunt opening, sliding back and forth over her sensitive clit. Paul replaced his cock with his tongue, licking Shari in long strokes from her asshole to her clit. Shari was yelping like a small dog at this point, but the sound was muffled by her silk gag. She felt faint with pleasure, orgasms were flooding her body one after the other like a fever that won’t go away. She was becoming powerless to resist. To make it worse she knew that she was becoming powerless but she just didn’t want it to stop.
Paul stood up and she felt his cock nuzzle in the wetness of her entrance. The foyer to her fuck-hole, the vestibule of her virginity. Shari was really tempted now. She knew that she just had to nod her head and she would experience another fresh pleasure and be taken to higher peaks of ecstasy. But she must be strong. If Paul would have her then he would have to break her like a horse. She didn’t want to admit that she was desperate to be broken. Her cunt was aching to be filled.
Reluctantly, Shari shook her head. But much less certainly now. She hung her head limply, knowing it was only a matter of time before she would nod her head and destroy her future. A girl can only take so many orgasms and still think straight.
**
Paul noticed the lack of resolve in Shari’s refusal. He knew he could just push into her against her will and she wouldn’t even try to resist. She would be overwhelmed by pleasure. But somehow he needed her to submit to him, he wasn’t going to take such an exquisite prize by force. Such a beautiful fruit should be picked at the perfect moment of ripeness.
He’d lost count of how many times Shari had come. Her body was covered in a fine gloss of sweat, her upper body was flushed pink with continuous excitement, her lips were engorged, her clit was rigid. He pressed on her asshole with his thumb. Her whole body was so limp that it penetrated immediately. His finger lay on her clit. He started to gently fuck her asshole with his thumb as his finger worked her clit
**
Shari felt Paul’s thumb between her cheeks, pushing easily into her helpless asshole. His finger started to strum her clit as his thumb pumped in and out of her ass. She was incapable of resisting her orgasms now. Her body felt like a wooden stick being bent tighter and tighter until it snapped in the crack of another climax. Before she could recover the stick was already being bent again.
But then Paul backed off. He was stroking her clit with his cock again, but he wasn’t letting her come. At first she was relieved, she had come so many times already. But then the tension got to her. The stick was still bent tight. She was desperate for an orgasm, her heart was beating like a fast drum. Her mind was totally focused on her cunt. She just had to come. She struggled against the ropes trying to get more pressure from her clit onto Paul’s cock but it was hopeless, she was tied too tight. She was almost coming, she was so close, she was even sure she could force herself to come by sheer willpower, but she couldn’t. Paul bent the stick a little bit more. She didn’t believe it was possible to be so aroused, so microscopically close, and still not have her orgasm crack. The only thing that mattered in her entire world was to come. She felt Paul move his cock so it was just touching her cunt opening. Now her body wanted two things desperately, to come and to be penetrated. Her whole mind was focused on the centre of her sex, deep in her cleft. She could feel Paul’s cockhead, it was almost in her, resting, waiting. Her choices felt like to nod her head and have indescribable pleasure forever, or shake it and be frustrated forever. She couldn’t think straight. She just knew she was wound up so tight she had to come. She just knew her virgin cunt would never be more ready, she just had to be penetrated. And somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should not but could no longer remember why.
The twelve hour candle on the mantlepiece went out. It was her wedding day and her birthday. It was as if it was a signal, an omen. Shari nodded in a mixture of defeat and defiance. Defying the conventions that she was brought up with, defeated at trying to uphold them.
“Are you sure?” she heard Vicky say.
Shari nodded again and then let her head fall in defeat. She felt Paul’s cock come up against the barrier of her hymen. She pushed back as best she could, straining against her bonds. Paul pushed forward. There was a small amount of pain and then Shari felt her maidenhead tear and Paul’s well-oiled cock slid into her, stretching open her cunt for the first time in her life. Soon any pain went away to be replaced with pure pleasure as Paul aggressively fucked her virgin cunt. She came immediately, a glorious, pulsating orgasm that went on forever, a firework display in her mind, pins and needles all over her body, and with the novel feeling of her cunt tightening rhythmically on a cock. He reached forward and grabbed her hair so that he could ram her even more roughly. Shari moaned behind her gag with undiluted excitement. Soon she was coming again, the last of what seemed like hundreds or orgasms that evening.
**
Paul felt Shari come. He was close to coming too as he held her black hair like reins and fucked her roughly. He could feel the buildup in his body, the ache in his groin. The long teasing of Shari had left him desperate to come too. Paul thrust harder and faster into the young girl bent over the chest in front of him, pulling hard on her hair, ignoring her pleasure this time. Now it was his turn. A few more thrusts and Paul felt his orgasm begin, the feeling of pleasure followed by the contractions as his body pumped his seed into the Princess’s cunt.
**
As Shari descended from her final orgasm, she felt Paul pulling roughly on her hair as his cock hammered into her tender cunt. She felt the sensation inside her as Paul’s warm jets filled her. As her arousal faded, her thoughts returned to normal. She realized that she had a problem. She was meant to lose her virginity on her wedding day. Well, in fact, she had lost her virginity on her wedding day. Just not after her wedding with her husband. How would she explain to her husband her lack of maidenhead? Would he refuse to consummate the marriage? Would she be sent back to Sicily in disgrace? Would everything become public? How had she let her physical body so overwhelm her good judgement? She felt tears well up and start to run down her cheek onto the silk blindfold. Her head fell in despair.
Shari felt Vicky undo the ropes that held her in place spread against the ottoman chest. She stood up. She noticed that Paul’s cock had a little blood on it. It took her a moment to realize that it was her own.
Paul took the wooden dildo from the mantle and showed it to Shari.
“Lie on the bed,” he ordered her.
Shari climbed up onto her bed. Paul poured oil onto the wooden cock. Shari didn’t need to be asked, she opened her legs once again offering Paul the pink flower of her sex. Paul positioned the wooden cock in her entrance and gently pushed it into her. He took Shari’s hand and showed her how to fuck herself with the cock. Vicky took a mirror and brought it over so that Shari could watch the olive-wood cock slide in and out of her pussy.
Paul gave her some instructions. “Firstly, no man will be able to resist being turned on watching a beautiful woman like you pleasuring herself with a huge toy like this, so you must put on a show for him when you are first alone in your honeymoon bedchamber. Secondly, you must tell your husband that your physician gave you this cock a few weeks ago so that you could open yourself up in preparation for him, to make his wedding night more enjoyable and to ensure that his pleasure would not be reduced by any unsightly blood. Carved onto the base of the dildo is the seal of the society of roman physicians.”
Shari looked in the mirror. The pale orange-brown olive wood contrasted with the pink of her inner lips where they wrapped around the wooden cylinder. She moved her hand. Just as Paul had said, there was seal carved into the base of the wooden cock. She was still worried her husband might not be duped by Paul’s trickery, but at least she now had a chance.
Paul took the rope and soon he vanished out of the window the way he had come. Vicky left the apartment past the guards who would never know that their primary mission of guaranteeing the Princess’s virginity had been a failure.
**
Paul was working on the plants in the atrium weeks later when Sarah, the red-headed Celtic slave, passed him a note. It was from Shari complaining that the plants in her apartment required urgent attention. Paul thought that unlikely since they were looked after by one of his most reliable slave women who wouldn’t risk the suffering she knew would she would have to endure at Paul’s hand if the plants in the Princess’s apartment suffered under hers.
So Paul didn’t go there immediately. He suspected the reason Shari had summoned him, but he knew that a woman’s desire was stronger when she knew she was not completely in control of the situation. The following evening he knocked on the door of Shari’s apartment.
“How did everything go on your wedding night?” he asked her conspiratorially once they were inside.
“It was partially good and partially bad,” Shari replied.
“Let’s start with the good.”
“Well, as you predicted my husband was totally entranced by me fucking myself with the wooden cock. I told him that my physician had first fucked me with it in his surgery, that modern medicine thought that the discomfort of a woman’s first penetration should be handled by professionals so that by her wedding night a woman should be ready and enthusiastic for sex rather than apprehensive and stressed. He never questioned the story for a moment. And another bit of good news is that since I’ve been married I’ve stopped having periods. It’s very convenient not to have to deal with that mess.”
“So what about the bad news?”
“He’s a totally useless lover. He takes so much wine that most of the time his cock doesn’t get hard, he couldn’t even get it in on our wedding night. That wouldn’t be so bad if he could use his fingers and tongue like you. But he doesn’t know where my clit is and doesn’t seem interested to find out. And when he does finally get hard he comes before he’s really even inside me. I have to stroke my own clit the way you and Vicky showed me until I come quietly alongside him.
I’ve given him a couple of months now, but I’ve given up. I’ll fuck him out of duty but for pleasure I need you to fuck me. I’ve heard all the rumors now about you fucking the empress and the female slaves in the palace.”
“I don’t fuck on demand you know,” said Paul. “In fact, I only fuck on my own terms. If I am going to fuck you then you need to be completely obedient to my orders.”
“But how do I request a fuck then?”
“You don’t. I fuck you when I think you need to be fucked.”
“And what happens if I disobey you? I’m used to being independent you know.”
“Then I punish you.”
“What sort of punishment?”
“That’s up to me. Maybe I’ll just punish you anyway.”
“Why?”
“To test your obedience. Bend over the ottoman chest again.”
**
Shari found that the conversation hadn’t gone the way she had expected. She had been desperate to get Paul to fuck her. After all, he was only the gardener, a lowly slave, although he did seem to have plenty of hidden skills. But now he was ordering her around. Her rational self wanted to resist, to assert her superiority. But she could feel the wetness between her legs as Paul bent her to his will. Silently, she bent over the chest.
She felt Paul lift up the hem of her toga and flip it onto her back. She was naked from the waist down, her bottom in the air. Suddenly he smacked her hard. She heard the sound of his hand on her buttock before she felt the sting. She cried out.
“You must take your punishment silently,” Paul said softly.
Shari clamped her teeth together as Paul’s hand descended again, this time on the other cheek. She felt tears start to run.
**
Paul watched the pink handprints appear on Shari’s pale white buttocks. He looked lower to where her thighs framed the pouch of her sex and the engorged coral lips that stood as sentries to her cunt. He undid his tunic and his cock leapt free. He smacked Shari again, harder this time. Next time he would use a cane, perhaps, he thought. The more submissive he made his women, the more aroused they seem to get. He could already see beads of Shari’s juice seeping from her cunt even as tears ran from her eyes. He positioned his hard cock at her entrance and pushed into the warm wetness of the Princess’s forbidden cunt and elicited a long moan of undiluted pleasure from her.
The gardener would personally be maintaining Princess Shari’s plants. And perhaps his baby.