Siquis in hoc artem populo non novit amandi, Hoc legat et lecto carmine doctus amet. Should anyone here not know the art of love, read this, and learn by reading how to love.

“Oh shit,” thought Adrienne as she moved the complete works of Ovid to one side. Underneath was the application form for the archeological dig in Rome she was planning to go on that summer. And the deadline to hand it in was yesterday. You’d think someone who could read Ovid’s erotic poems in the original Latin well enough to get really turned on would also be able to remember to hand in a form on time.

“Because of the complexity of organizing travel, late submissions will not be accepted.” Well, that was pretty clear. No summer in Rome for Adrienne. But it wasn’t even noon, the deadline was less than twelve hours ago, surely she could squeeze under the wire. She would go and see the professor. He was an Italian, specializing in Roman archeology. He was late 30s, she’d guess. Dark hair, not very tall, slight build, facial hair halfway between stubble and a beard. Quite attractive really. On the right occasion if he hit on her nicely she’d say yes.

Paolo looked up from his computer at the knock on the door. He recognized one of his students from the large class he taught on classical archeology. She had a slightly exotic look, obviously the daughter of a white and an Asian parent. Brown hair streaked with red, rather than black, but Chinese eyes and nose making her rounded face cute. Full lips. About 5′ 6″, tall for an Asian but shorter than many of the white students. A great hourglass figure. Nice rounded breasts that looked smaller than they probably were due to her broad shoulders. She looked pretty muscular, always an asset in an Archeology student who had to spend extended periods lifting heavy stones and wheelbarrows at digs.

He saw the form in her hand and already knew why she was there.

“I’m afraid you are too late,” he said. “The deadline was yesterday.”

“But that’s only a few hours ago. Surely all the travel arrangements haven’t been made already?” Adrienne said, standing in the doorway.

“We don’t do them how you are guessing. We block book hotel rooms but the way we get a good price is that we guarantee to give the exact number of rooms today. Today, Italian time. That is I had to stay up late last night and send in the final numbers after midnight. I’m just in the process of doing the same with the block booking of flights to Rome. They have to be done today, but only today Canadian time.”

“So there’s no possibility of a hotel room?”

“No, there were an even number of both male and female students so with everyone sharing a room there isn’t a spare bed anywhere. Well, except in my room.”

“Can I sleep there?”

“What makes you think I’d want a girl sharing my room. All shy about being seen half naked, filling the bathroom with little bottles and tubes.”

Adrienne thought for a moment. She really wanted to go on this dig and she had turned down other options for the summer. It seemed that she could get a flight since they hadn’t released the extra seats yet, but her only chance was to persuade Paolo to let her share his room. She finally stepped into the office and shut the door.

“I don’t wear much makeup at all. And never on a dig. I’m proud of my body so I’m not shy about being seen half-naked. Or even fully naked.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Adrienne pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath she just wore a bra. She reached behind and unclipped it and dropped it off her shoulders. Her firm breasts were topped with small brown rosettes surrounding little nipples like pink pencil erasers.

“You really don’t need to do this,” Paolo said.

But she undid the button on her jeans and unzipped them. Then, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she pushed everything off her hips. Jeans and panties gathered around her calves. She sat down in the chair opposite his desk, naked from the knees up.

“Do you believe me now?”

ut stetit ante oculos posito velamine nostros, in toto nusquam corpore menda fuit. When she stood before my eyes, the clothing set aside, there was never a flaw in all her body.

Paolo looked at her. She had her thighs pressed tightly together; there were still some parts of her body she was shy about revealing. He expected black pubic hair but she was waxed, just a deep dimple at the base of her toned belly hinting at her hidden cleft. Paolo originally had had no intention of letting her share his room but the feisty way in which she had stripped and the toned body he was inspecting was stirring his cock, and starting to change his mind.

“And female students are notorious for being unreliable at doing what they are asked,” Paolo said.

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me,” Adrienne replied.

Paolo laughed. “And how are you going to prove that?”

“Ask me to do something and I’ll do it.”

“I’m not sure I can think of a good test. How about you think of something yourself. Something that would be convincing if I asked you to do it and you did.”

Adrienne thought for a moment. Couldn’t he really think of anything? Or was he just seeing how far she would go? Should she spread her legs for him? Would that be enough? Or perhaps masturbate for him? She’d never even done that in front of her boyfriends, she wasn’t sure she could do that in these circumstances.

Adrienne got up. With her jeans still around her ankles she shuffled around the desk. She spun Paolo’s chair around and knelt down in front of him. She could see the bulge in his pants, semi-erect at least, she thought, from the sight of her body. She reached out and unzipped him, reached inside and pulled out his cock.

She gently stroked his cock in one fist as she undid his belt buckle with her other hand. He lifted his hips up and let her pull everything down until he, too, had his pants and underwear around his ankles. He spread his legs. He was completely shaved. She softly licked his balls, sucking first one and then the other into her mouth. The she stroked his smooth balls with one hand as she flicked the top of his cockhead with her tongue. Then she slowly lowered her mouth over the pink mushroom and ran her tongue around the edge. He moaned as her tongue touched the sensitive spots. His shaft was rock hard now. She could feel how thick it was, almost too big for her small hand.

Both her past boyfriends had told her she was good at giving head. She hoped that they were right. She needed to make this special enough to get to Rome. She pushed her face down slowly, pushing his cock deep into her throat. As she lifted her head back up again she fluttered her tongue around the shaft. He moaned encouragement. She moved the hand caressing his smooth balls further back. He moved in his seat. She could feel her finger was very close to his asshole. She’d never touched a guy’s asshole before but this seemed a good time to start. She reached down between her legs and slid her fingertip the length of her slit through her own wetness before returning to stroking his balls again. Slowly, as she continued to lick his knob, she slipped a lubricated finger into his tight hole. She felt his cock kick in her mouth. She pushed her head down again, pushing him into the back of her mouth. He moaned again as his cockhead entered her throat. She pushed down further, forcing his cock down her throat until her lips pressed against his body.

She suddenly realized that the door was not locked, that someone could walk in at any moment. To her surprise, instead of scaring her, the idea aroused her more. Ten minutes ago she was expecting just to walk in and hand over a form. Now she was naked, kneeling on the floor sucking her professor’s cock with the risk of imminent discovery. She could feel her own pussy swelling with excitement and knew she was as wet as she had ever been.

She started to really fuck Paolo’s cock with her mouth as she worked her finger deeper into his ass. She could feel his body tensing as his orgasm approached. She was surprised she felt close to orgasm too, since she hadn’t been touching herself. As she felt him start to come she opened her mouth wide so that he could see the jets of cream as they spurted into the back of her mouth. She finger fucked his clenching asshole, as her tongue gently caressed the underside of his cock, coaxing his orgasm to go on as long as possible. Finally she pulled her head of his cock, closed her mouth and swallowed his seed.

She stood up. She worked his trousers back up and did up his belt. She pulled up her own panties and jeans and went and sat down, still topless, her rounded breasts, pert and firm with youth, a continuing reminder of the sexual possibilities of sharing his room.

“Is that proof enough?” she said. “After all, you could get into trouble for what has just happened.”

“No I couldn’t. I never asked you to take your clothes off. I never asked you to fellate me. I just said that girls were shy and disobedient. It was your idea how to show me how wrong I was.”

Adrienne felt a stab of disappointment. She had been taken advantage of. There never was any chance of going to Rome and now she felt she had been used.

“OK,” Paolo said. “You can share my room. Give me the form and your check and I’ll make sure you have a flight. After all, we leave in only two weeks.”

Paolo realized it would be fun to spend the summer with a girl in his room. He wondered how far she could be pushed. It would be an interesting project finding out. He would certainly need to pack a few extra things in his case.

Tot tibi tamque dabit formosas Roma puellas, ‘Haec habet’ ut dicas ‘quicquid in orbe fuit.’ Rome will grant you lots of such lovely girls, you’ll say: ‘Here’s everything the world has had.’

The long flight from Canada to Rome was followed by a coach journey to the small town near where they would be excavating an old villa that apparently collapsed in an earthquake and was never rebuilt. The village was way off any tourist track and had just one old hotel. At least it had been modernized enough that the rooms had their own bathrooms but the air-conditioning barely functioned and the room was still hot late in the evening.

Adrienne was surprised and a bit dismayed to find that their room had only one bed. When she had agreed to share a room she didn’t realize she was signing up for sharing a bed. Maybe stripping in his office hadn’t been such a good idea, maybe he now had ideas that her body would be available to him. But she was already here in Italy now so she no longer needed anything from him. She would have to be strict about her boundaries.

That first night she came out of the bathroom in pajamas. She would rather wear less in the heat but she didn’t want to reveal any more of her body. Paolo was already lying in bed.

It was as if Paolo had read her mind. “You’ll be too hot in those, take them off.”

Paolo flipped the sheet back from her side of the bed. She could see that he was naked. She said nothing and slipped into bed.

“When I said take them off, it wasn’t a suggestion,” Paolo said. “Who was it who said she was proud of her body and wasn’t shy. OK, tonight you can do as you wish. I’m too tired to fight with you. But I’m going to break you. And once I’ve broken you, I’ll give you so much more sexual enjoyment than you ever thought possible.”

Adrienne wasn’t really sure what he meant. She had only had two lovers and neither of them had paid much attention to her sexual enjoyment. Just their own sexual enjoyment. They had expected her to give head but had not gone down on her. She had yet to experience a tongue exploring that most intimate corner of her body. Her lovers seemed barely to know that a woman had a clitoris, they certainly had made only limited effort to find it before they thrust their cocks into her. After they were spent they had both rolled off and slept, leaving her to slip a finger into her crease and assuage the burning fires that they had ignited but done nothing to extinguish. She knew from reading erotica that there was so much more to sex, but so far it had all been in her imagination.

Soon they were both asleep. Dawn came early so far south. Adrienne felt Paolo roll over, felt his body against her back. He seemed to be asleep. He reached over her and one hand fell on one of her breasts. She was embarrassed that her nipple immediately hardened. She could feel Paolo’s cock now. It was hard. She could feel it nestled in the valley of her ass, just the material of her pajamas between him and her skin. She had to admit it was comfortable cuddling like that. She almost wished she had got into bed naked. She was just contemplating touching herself when the alarm went off. Paolo rolled over onto his back still half-asleep.

Cum fieret, lapis asper erat: nunc, nobile signum, Nuda Venus madidas exprimit imbre comas. That was rough marble, now it forms a famous statue, naked Venus squeezing water from her wet hair.

Adrienne got up and went into the bathroom and soon was underneath the hot water of the shower. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and Paolo stepped in naked with her.

“What are you doing?” she squealed. He said nothing.

He rubbed the soap in his hands and gently washed her body all over. She could feel the sexual tension. He was erect and she expected him to push her head down, but he asked nothing of her. He washed her all over, running soapy fingers between her legs and even over her asshole, but he didn’t go further. Once she was rinsed off he made no move to stop her when she stepped out of the shower. Paolo washed himself and soon they were both dressed.

They spent all day at the dig. It was hot work in the Italian summer and by early evening everyone was not just tired but covered in dust from the dry earth that they were carefully removing from the fallen blocks of stone. They returned to the hotel to clean up and have a drink and dinner.

Adrienne was already in the shower by the time Paolo arrived back at the room. Once again he got into the shower with her and washed her body all over. He asked nothing of her again, but she took the soap and washed Paolo’s body, gently stroking his cock with a soapy hand feeling it start to harden against her fingers. She felt Paolo’s finger slip along her slit. His fingertip loitered in her entrance.

“How many men have you had?” he asked.

She wondered if there was a right answer. Should she be a virgin? Should she be more experienced than she was?

“Two,” she answered truthfully.

His finger slipped further back and touched her asshole. She was surprised at the strength of sensation.

“And in here?”

“None,” she said quietly.

He leant down and kissed the back of her neck, working his way around to the behind her ears.

“I shall be the first,” he whispered. She felt her pussy flutter with excitement. His finger slipped back along her slit. She knew she was wet, and even with the water washing her juices away he must have noticed. His finger brushed her clit. She shivered. Her clit was so sensitive that his finger only circled it a few times before her body tensed up with an imminent orgasm.

“Do you want to come?” Paolo whispered in her ear. His finger was touching her more softly now, holding her just short of climaxing.

“More than anything.”

“And do you promise to be naked in bed tonight?”

“I promise.”

Paolo’s other hand slipped over Adrienne’s smooth rounded ass and between her legs. A finger slipped between her wet lips. As Paolo started to stroke her clit harder, he pushed his finger deeper into her. She held him tight against her as her orgasm built up. Finally she was coming, her whole body awash with pleasure, her pussy spasming on his finger.

At dinner a local archeologist came and told them about what type of artifacts they might expect to find at the dig. He spoke in Italian and Paolo translated into English for the students. He discussed the theory that the collapsed villa had belonged to one of the empresses. It was all very academic, a complete contrast to the animal sexuality that had gripped her in the shower. After a few more glasses of Italian wine everybody went to bed, exhausted from both the previous day’s travel and a day of physical labor. Paolo lingered behind a moment to say goodbye to the visiting archeologist.

Vim licet appelles: grata est vis ista puellis: Quod iuvat, invitae saepe dedisse volunt. Though you call it force: it’s force that pleases girls: what delights is often to have given what they wanted, against their will.

Back in the room Adrienne got ready for bed. Now that she wasn’t aroused the idea of being naked in bed with Paolo was not so appealing. But he had been right that she was too hot in pajamas. So she pulled on a pair of short and a tank top and slipped into bed. Paolo slipped out of his clothes and slid in beside her. She pretended to be asleep. She felt his finger run down her spine from her neck, over the tank top and over the silky material of her shorts.

“You are not good at keeping your promises. It looks like I’ll have to help you.”

Paolo took one wrist and she felt something and heard a metallic click. Handcuffs. He pulled her arm above her head and clipped the other cuff to the brass headboard. Then he grabbed her other wrist. She tried to pull it away but he was strong.

“Stop,” she said loudly.

Paolo rolled her onto her front and pressed his body onto her, pushing her face into the pillow.

“If you make a noise I shall gag you too.” He reached up and clipped her other wrist to the other side of the headboard. She was on her front with her arms spread wide, unable to turn over. She felt the tank top being pushed up to her shoulders, uncovering her breasts. Then Paolo’s fingers were in the waistband of her shorts pulling them down. She gripped her thighs together tightly.

“Lift your ass in the air,” Paolo said quietly.

She didn’t move. There was a loud slap and a moment later she felt a stinging pain from one cheek where he had spanked her. Then his hand came down hard on her other cheek. Slowly she brought her knees up underneath her so that her ass was in the air. Paolo looked at where her thighs squeezed her sex together like a ripe fruit, the nearly hairless fleshy outer lips split by the pink stripe of her protruding inner lips.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy,” Paolo said. “Move your knees apart so I can see it properly.”

When she didn’t immediately comply his hand slapped her ass hard again. She felt tears start to well up, a mixture of pain and the humiliation of her pose, handcuffed to the bed with her pussy exhibited to Paolo like in a porno magazine. Finally, she parted her legs.

Paolo admired the sight of the young student trussed up awaiting his pleasure, her cheeks decorated with red handprints and her pussy looking so tasty. He bent forward and lightly kissed her pussy, and ran his tongue along the length of her slit. Adrienne shivered as she felt his lips and tongue on her pussy. His tongue pushed into her opening, a feeling unlike anything she’d experienced before. She pushed her ass back against him, straining her wrists against the cuffs. She wanted his tongue deeper. He slid his tongue down, parting her lips, until the tip of his tongue touched the hard point of her clit. She moaned when he touched her there. His tongue slid up the length of her lips again, not stopping until it reached the brown pucker of her asshole. She moaned again as he started to lick here there. Her clit was aching to be touched again as his tongue descended and started to circle around it, not quite touching it. Her body was tight with arousal. He lifted his head for a moment.

“Do you want to come again?” he said quietly.

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

She felt his fingers gently part her lips, opening up her sex and exposing her clit completely. His tongue started to lick her clit harder now. She could feel her wetness seeping out of her and running between her lips. She could feel his tongue licking it up. Her orgasm was building inside her.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered somewhat unnecessarily, as she pushed her clit back against his dancing tongue.

Her orgasm continued to build up, tightening like a taut spring, until finally she came, crying out into the pillow as her climax exploded, radiating pleasure from her clit to every extremity; her fingertips, her toes, her nipples, her scalp. Paolo continued to gently kiss her clit, coaxing every last tremor of excitement from her body.

She felt Paolo’s cock at her entrance. He pushed into her. Despite having just come, and being really wet, she was very tight. He had to work his cock gradually into her, forcing his cock a little bit deeper each thrust as her pussy gradually opened up to accommodate him. Finally his belly was pushing against her smarting ass cheeks. He began to thrust into her more vigorously, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her before sliding its full length back into her tight wet pussy. He grabbed her hips and thrust harder, almost violently. Her arousal was building up again. She had never come from intercourse before but she could tell she was close. Paolo continued to thrust into her as he came, pumping come deep into her. She started to come too, milking the last drops from him with her cunt. Her knees collapsed under her and Paolo lay on her back, breathing heavily, with his cock still in her. He reached up and opened the cuffs to release her wrists. Finally he rolled off her. She was so exhausted she was asleep in seconds.

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Ecce, parat Caesar domito quod defuit orbi Addere: nunc, oriens ultime, noster eris. Behold, now Caesar’s planning to add to our rule what’s left of earth: now the far East

In the first century there were no planes to get to Rome, only horses and, mostly, feet. Adri was sore as she finally arrived in the city, her hands bound, destined for the slave market.

Adri thought back to the day when her life changed. She lived in a village beyond the eastern fringe of the Roman empire, the child of a woman coming west from China and a European fleeing the Roman army moving east. But the Roman empire was expanding, legions of Roman soldiers inexorably pushing the frontier east. That day they rampaged through the village where she lived. There were few men in the village, they had left to form the army. There were just women and children, unequipped to fight.

A legionnaire spotted Adri immediately. Her skin was paler than the locals and her Chinese facial features made her stand out even more. He grabbed her. She was strong for a woman, but powerless once a second legionnaire pinioned her arms behind her. The first legionnaire pulled a knife from his belt. Adri was worried he was about to kill her but instead he slit the rough material of her dress from top to bottom, exposing her naked body to a man for the first time in her life. The man reached out and roughly grabbed one of her firm young breasts. She squirmed, trying to escape but the man holding her was too strong.

“This chicken is ready to be plucked,” said the legionnaire. He lifted up the skirt of his uniform. His cock was starting to harden. He took hold of it and started to stroke himself as he savored Adri’s nubile young body. The legionnaire’s cock gradually hardened in his pumping fist as he anticipated the pleasure he was going to have when he raped her, brutally forcing his way into her tight cunt as she screamed in pain and humiliation, restrained tightly by his colleague. Then once he was in her, her struggling would just be so much more stimulation for his cock. Maybe even enough on its own to make him come. Then they would swap places and it would be the second legionnaire’s turn to enjoy the pretty girl.

Adri had never seen an erect cock before. It looked enormous. The legionnaire used his boots to kick her feet apart. With her arms held behind her there was nothing she could do to stop him forcing his way between her thighs. The angry red knob of his rampant cock pressed against the lips of her pussy as he sought the entrance to her sex. Even though she was a virgin she’d seen enough animals mating to know what he intended. But it seemed impossible that such a large cock would fit into her. After all, she felt tight when she pressed just one of her fingers into herself. She gritted her teeth preparing for what she was sure would be a very painful experience.

“Stop,” a voice said suddenly.

The legionnaire jumped back. Adri closed her thighs back together. Another solider walked up, presumably an officer, she thought, based on the better material of his uniform and the tall plume on his helmet.

“This young pullet is too pretty for the likes of you. Bring her to my tent.”

The legionnaire holding her arms pushed her forward. Adri, now naked except for her sandals, stumbled her way out of the village to where the Romans had set up their camp. The centurion walked ahead of her and eventually ducked under the flap of a tent. The man behind pushed her into the tent too, and roughly threw her to the ground.

“Let’s see if this girl is whole or not. If she is, then she is too valuable to fuck. We will take her back to Rome to sell in the slave market. An exotic virgin like this will command a huge price. But if she has already been used then the officers will all have an extra dessert tonight to round out their meal.”

He turned to two more legionnaires standing to one side. “Spread her legs.”

The two men grabbed her knees. She was powerless to stop them as they pulled her thighs apart, exposing that most private pink gash that no-one had ever seen. The centurion knelt between her legs. With the fingers of one hand he roughly spread her outer lips. He licked his finger and pushed it into the opening to her vagina, feeling for her hymen.

“Aha. A virgin. I shall take her back to Rome and she’ll fetch a pretty sum of gold for me. No man touches this girl on pain of death.”

Ducuntur raptae, genialis praeda, puellae, Et potuit multas ipse decere timor. the captive girls were led away, a joyful prize, and many made even fear itself look fitting.

Since then they had been traveling back west to Rome, a long journey of many weeks. Soon she would be at the slave market, stripped naked for any prospective purchaser, probed again with fingers to verify she was intact.

But in fact she never got to auction. The household manager for the emperor, who was well-known for his taste for female slaves of different races, purchased her from the centurion as soon as she got to Rome.

Adri talked to the other female slaves. There were plenty of Europeans but a sprinkling of more exotic looking young women: a black woman from north Africa, a blonde-haired woman from Scandinavia, a mahogany colored woman from India, and Adri herself, half-Chinese, half-white. The emperor was away but she learned that when he returned he would invite Adri to his bedchamber. It wasn’t really an invitation. As a slave she had no rights whatsoever. She could willingly fuck him or he would take her by force, if necessary having a couple of male slaves hold her down while he raped her. After a few nights he would tire of her and her life would descend to one of endless drudgery as a slave in the depths of the palace, washing clothes or preparing food or cleaning.

The one chance of escape would be to succeed in getting assigned somewhere away from the palace before the emperor realized that there was a new exotic girl ready to be deflowered. The trouble was that most of the remote villas occasionally used by the emperor and his family were unstaffed except when they were being used. The one exception was that they all had gardeners, since the gardens required care whether there were any people at the villa or not.

Paul, the ex-gladiator, now ran all the gardens for the place and its outlying villas. He had been saved from death by Vicky the empress, who made him her gardener so that he could secretly satisfy all her sexual needs. Not so secretly, though. It was widely rumored that the empress would do anything that Paul ordered. He was fit and muscular, from life as a gladiator and then a gardener, with a black beard.

Adri tried to arrange to accidentally run into Paul. For example, she would find plants that were dry and hang around the area hoping that Paul himself rather than one of his under-gardeners would come and water them. Finally she met him completely unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly to her, that is. Paul had his contacts throughout the palace and a cute half-asian slave would have come to his attention within hours of arrival. He arranged for her to be sent to one of the remote rooms to bring down some dirty plates. Paul was there watering the plants when she walked in. The reports he had been given were correct. She really was very desirable. She was a couple of inches shorter than him. He couldn’t see her figure in the shapeless slave’s robe, but he could see that she had nice-sized breasts. Her face was a mixture of European and Asian features. Shoulder-length brown hair, pale skin, full lips. But Asian eyes and nose, high cheek-bones.

Hic tibi quaeratur socii sermonis origo, Et moveant primos publica verba sonos. Now find your reason for friendly conversation, and first of all engage in casual talk.

“Hi,” he said, smiling. “You’re new aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m Adri. I just got brought to Rome from the eastern edge of the empire.”

“I’m Paul. I’m in charge of the gardens.”

“You need to help me,” said Adri, looking around to see if they were being overheard.

“I don’t need to do anything,” Paul said sternly. Then he smiled, “…but I might anyway.”

“I’m a virgin…”

“I can help you with that,” interrupted Paul.

“That’s not the problem. Well it is, because the emperor has this thing for virgins from exotic lands.”

“So I’ve heard. But he will soon tire of you, apparently. Just fuck him a few times and move on. Don’t fight him though. I’ve heard that he like to be really rough with girls who resist.”

“But I don’t want to fuck him at all. I promised my father before he died that I would reserve sex for the man I love.”

“So how do you define sex? Do you masturbate?”

Adri blushed. “Sometimes.”

“Well, that’s sex with yourself. Has a boy ever touched you between your legs.”

“Once.”

“Well that’s sex too. Have you been licked there?”

“What?” The idea seemed preposterous. “Of course not. Anyway, I mean that no man should put their…you know…”

“Cock.”

“OK, cock. No man should put their cock in my…between my legs.”

“In your cunt.”

Adri blushed again. Paul was enjoying himself embarrassing the innocent slave.

“So how am I meant to help?” Paul continued.

“You are in charge of all the gardens, right?”

“Yes, that’s true.”

“Just here or at all the other villas too?”

“Everywhere.”

“Can you make me a gardener at one of the villas far from the palace so the emperor never sees me?”

“Do you know how to garden?”

“No, but you can teach me.”

“I can teach you lots of things. But you will have to do what I say.”

“I’m a fast learner.”

“Not just that. I expect complete obedience if you are going to work for me. I only want people who really want to submit to my wishes.”

“I’m ready to do anything to get away.”

“OK. I’m going to test you. I want you take off all your clothes.”

Adri looked astounded. But she realized that her only escape was to please Paul. Besides, being naked in front of him would be nothing compared to when she had been stripped naked by the soldier and had his cock rubbing between her lips, moments away from being entered. She reached behind her neck and undid the tie there, slipped the shapeless dress off her shoulders and let it fall the floor.

She had beautiful breasts, firm and rounded, each breast topped with a small brown circle and a petite pink nipple. She was muscular, with a flat stomach leading to a triangle of black curls. Her trim waist and rounded ass gave her a nice hourglass figure. Paul felt his cock hardening.

“You have a beautiful body. Now I want you to lie on the bed and masturbate while I watch you.”

“What? I’m not going to do that. That’s…too embarrassing.”

Paul stood there silently, waiting.

She looked at him. “But if I agree to obey your every order, how do I know that you are not just going to ask me to let you have sex with me. And then I’m back where I started.”

“You don’t. You have to trust me totally. You’ve already told me that you don’t want to fuck anyone that you don’t love. You’ll just have to hope that I’m nice enough to take that into account.”

“So if I agree to follow every order you give me then you’ll make me a gardener at one of the remote villas?”

“Yes. But if you disobey me then you agree that you will be punished.”

“What sort of punishment?”

“It depends on what mood I’m in. Something painful.”

Adri looked at Paul. “OK. I promise I’ll do everything you ever ask of me.”

“Even if I ask you to fuck me.”

“Even that. But I am trusting you not to ask me that.”

Paul held out his hand. Adri shook it sealing the deal.

“So I suppose you want me to masturbate for you now?”

“No. You are trusting me totally. I respect you enough to trust you too. Now I know I can ask you to masturbate any time. And, yes, I certainly intend to. But not here.”

“Where then?”

“At a remote villa, of course. Be at the back gate of the kitchen garden tomorrow at dawn. I will have a cart there.”

Invenient digiti, quod agant in partibus illis, In quibus occulte spicula tingit Amor. Fingers will find what will arouse those parts, where love’s dart is dipped in secrecy.

The villa was a day’s ride away on the donkey cart. When they got to the villa it was locked up with just a guard at the front. Paul showed Adri round the back of the building to the small cottage which was to be her new home. There was a small kitchen and a room containing a bed.

“Thank you,” Adri said. And without being asked she untied her robe and once again stood naked before Paul. She lay down on the bed and, summoning up her will-power, she spread her legs for him. She could feel his eyes inspecting her cunt lips as her fingers started to caress her small sensitive nipples. She felt them become hard points. One hand slid down over her firm body and a finger entered the head of her slit. She slid a fingertip up and down the length of her slit, gradually pushing between the pink inner petals of her sex, smearing her juices over her lips. She could feel her small clit, already hard, on each stroke of her finger. Her lips felt swollen with excitement. She was so grateful to Paul for rescuing her that this didn’t seem like a chore, something he had asked her to do. Instead it felt like a gift, a way for her to share her body with him. She moved her other hand down and slid a finger into her hot wetness. With a thumb, she pushed her outer lip away to uncover her clit completely, which she started to caress with a finger. She lifted her hips into the air giving Paul an even better view as she pleasured herself. She shut her eyes and abandoned herself to her mounting excitement. She had worried that she would be too self-conscious to come with Paul watching but now she could feel that her worry was groundless. Her orgasm was almost upon her. She could feel her upper body flushed red as the moment of exhilaration approached. She was fucking herself fast now with one finger while another finger strummed on her clit. Then she was coming, her body engulfed in pure pleasure, moaning in rapture, as the most intense orgasm of her young life took control of her body like a fit, completely oblivious of her audience.

Paul was hard from watching Adri masturbate. He wanted relief. It wouldn’t be fair to take her cunt, and too soon for her asshole. It would have to be her innocent mouth.

“Kneel here,” he ordered her, as he undid his robe. Adri had only ever once seen an erect cock, when the legionnaire nearly raped her. Once again she was amazed at the size as she knelt down with the cock just in front of her.

“Open your mouth,” Paul ordered. Adri wasn’t sure what she was meant to do. Surely he didn’t expect her to take his cock into her mouth. The very idea seemed gross. Besides, how would it fit.

“What?” she said, puzzled.

“You’ll get punished for disobedience.”

Paul put his hand at the back of Adri’s head and pushed his cock against her lips.

“Open,” he ordered again.

Adri opened her mouth a little and Paul crammed his cock into her mercilessly pushing it into the back of her throat. She gagged. Paul pulled his cock out and then thrust his cockhead back into her again. He pulled out of her completely.

“You need to learn how to give head,” he said. “Give me your hand.”

She held out her hand and he guided it to cradle his balls.

“Stroke them and then lick them.”

Adri moved her fingers, softly exploring the loose sack. She could feel his balls inside, heavy on her palm. She moved her head beneath his cock and ran her tongue underneath his balls, unsure of exactly what she was meant to do. She sucked on one of his balls and took it into her mouth. It felt like a hairy egg.

“Now lick the pink head of my cock. The edge of the cockhead is very sensitive too.”

Adri licked his cock, exploring it with her tongue. Paul enjoyed the feeling as her inexperienced tongue swirled over his cockhead. She licked the end and even probed the small slit with the tip of her tongue. She moved lower to the edge of his cockhead and ran her tongue all around it. She took his cock in one hand and lifted it up to better lick the underside.

“That triangle of skin here is the most sensitive place of all,” he told her. “Lick it nicely.”

Paul enjoyed the feeling as the young girl bent to his will.

“Now take it deeper into your mouth.”

Adri moved her lips further down his cock, taking the cockhead completely into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, wrapping her lips around his shaft and fluttering her tongue against him.

“Now take it right to the back of your mouth. Try not to gag.”

Adri pushed his cock deeper, forcing herself not to gag as the cockhead pressed at the back of her mouth. Paul held her head and started to fuck her mouth, gently this time, giving her a chance to control her gag reaction as he enjoyed the feel of his cockhead in the back of her throat and of her tickling tongue.

Paul put his hand behind her head and pushed his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat.. Then he pushed harder. She could feel his cock starting to slide into her throat. She couldn’t breathe. He pulled out of her again, letting her catch a breath. Then he pushed into her, deeper, forcing his cock down her throat, before pulling out again. His cock was slick with her saliva. He pushed his cock into her again, pulling her head forward with his hand, savoring the feel as his cock slipped deep down Adri’s tight throat. So deep that her lips ended up pressed against his body, his cock completely inside her. He pulled out, she gasped for breath.

“Good girl,” he moaned. He hadn’t expected her to be able to take his whole cock the first time she ever gave oral sex. He would miss having her cunt to use but at least she would easily be trained to be an expert with her mouth and tongue and throat.

“Now put it all together. Stroke my balls, lick my cockhead, take me into your throat. Basically fuck me with your mouth. When I’m about to come I’ll pull out since you’ve never seen a man come before.”

Adri did as she was told, wrapping her tongue around his cockhead and then working him into her throat. Paul was starting to get close as he enjoyed fucking the innocent half-Chinese girl. He grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her mouth more roughly, taking his pleasure as his cock ran across the young slaves tongue and slipped deep into her tight throat. His orgasm built up inside. At the last moment he pulled out of her. His cock jerked and a line of white cream slashed across Adri’s face, followed by another. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and let her use her tongue to milk the last drops of his orgasm.

Paul took Adri’s hand and took her outside. “Now for your punishment,” he said.

“What punishment?”

“For not opening your mouth when commanded. I expect complete and immediate submission to my wishes, as I told you.”

They walked naked across the grass to where some hazels were growing. Paul was carrying a knife and he used it to cut off a whippy cane. He whooshed it through the air threateningly.

“Bend over and hold touch your toes,” Paul ordered Adri.

Adri felt very exposed, bent over with her ass unprotected from what she knew was going to be painful. And she was further aware how her cunt would be on view to Paul. Even though she had masturbated for him, she still was not used to the idea of anyone being able to see that most private corner of her body.

“If we were at the palace I would give you extra punishment if you made a noise. But here nobody can hear you. I like to hear a young girl acknowledge her lack of obedience.”

Paul caressed her ass.

“You’ve got such a lovely ass, it is a shame to have to punish it. But discipline must be upheld.”

Adri heard the cane whoosh, and even heard the impact, before her body stung in pain like her ass had been attacked by hornets. She cried out in pain and tears started to run. She stood up and rubbed her ass.

“You have to remain in position until your punishment is over.”

Adri bent over and touched her toes again. Tears dripped off the end of her nose.

Another whoosh, another slash of pain across her buttocks. It was all she could do to remain in position for the third stroke. She heard herself scream in pain as the hazel switch raised another bright red welt on her pale skin. Paul reached over and stroked her bottom, feeling the raised marks where his cane had fallen. He let his finger graze her cunt lips, smiling to himself when he discovered that she was wet. Pain was so close to pleasure.

Paul pulled her up to a standing position and kissed her. He kissed her eyes, licking away her tears. She put her arms around him and held herself against his chest as the stinging in her ass gradually subsided. Paul caressed her breast, noticing that her little nipple was already hard as a pebble. He kissed her harder, coaxing her tongue out from her mouth to play with his. Tomorrow his tongue would explore the rest of her body.

Cum loca reppereris, quae tangi femina gaudet, Non obstet, tangas quo minus illa, pudor. When you’ve reached the place where a girl loves to be touched, don’t let modesty prevent you touching her.

The next day Paul started to teach Adri how to look after the garden at the villa. And the next evening he taught her more about her body. They walked outside to the green grass, irrigated by a small stream. He pulled Adri’s robe from her and lay it on the grass before arranging his own clothes to form a rough bed. The two of them sat and watched naked as the sun got lower in the sky.

He bent down and kissed her nipples, sending jolts of electricity through her body. And she was amazed when he kissed his way across her belly, ran it through her black curls, and slid his tongue into the deep furrow between her outer lips. At first she was shy to have his face so close to such an intimate place. But she thrilled when he pushed his tongue into the most personal place of her body and ran up between her lips to that tiny sensitive spot that she would sometimes touch in the darkness of her bed. His tongue seemed to know just how hard to touch her clit to keep her arousal rising. The pleasure increased exquisitely, almost agonizingly, slowly. As she got close to coming, he backed off slightly, keeping her just shy of orgasm before taking her up to a yet higher level that she didn’t realize her body was capable of. Paul slipped a finger into the warm velvet of her cunt, stroking her soft insides with his fingertip and generating further feelings of delight. She so wanted to come but at the same time she so wanted the arousal to continue to build higher and higher forever. Her heart was racing, she was breathing heavily, her body was taut with anticipation. Her clit was almost too sensitive to be licked, but too eager not to be licked.

Very gently Paul closed his teeth on Adri’s tiny clit. The blend of pain and pleasure was too strong. She exploded, her climax burning through her body like a firestorm. She screamed with joy, knowing that there was nobody else nearby to hear her total bliss.

“Turn on your front,” Paul told her.

He bent down and parted her cheeks. He could see the tight pucker of her asshole, a brown star nestled in a white valley. Unused. Tasty and tempting. He touched it with the tip of his tongue. Adri squirmed underneath him, trying to escape, but he held her down, licking her harder.

Paul picked up a wooden plug that he had whittled from a piece of olive wood until it was smooth. It had a rounded point, a fat body, and then a narrower waist before flaring out. He pushed the point into Adri’s ass. She was on the point of crying out with pain. Paul let her ass get used to the invasion before pushing it in a little further. He kept the pressure just this side of painful until finally the plug locked into place in her ass.

“You need to keep that there until tomorrow evening,” he told her. “And tomorrow evening I’m going to fuck your ass. And shall I tell you something even more surprising. You are going to love it.”

The next day Paul showed Adri more gardening techniques. A couple of times he caressed her bottom to make sure that the plug was still in place. He almost wished it wasn’t since punishing Adri again would be fun too.

As the sun set Paul ordered Adri to strip for him. There was a large log at one side of the garden, the remains of a big fallen tree. He had her bend over the log and move her feet apart. There was a small protrusion on the log where a small branch had once been cut off. He positioned her so that it nestled between her lips, pressing against her clit. She no longer felt so vulnerable bent over with her cunt offered to him. She was used to him having complete access to her body but she also had complete trust that he would honor her request that he not fuck her there.

Paul had a small bottle of olive oil in his hand. He pulled the wooden plug out of Adri’s ass. He poured olive oil onto her asshole and gently rubbed it in with one finger. A finger from his other hand soon joined it. He fucked her asshole with two fingers as he gradually felt it relax. He could feel her rocking her hips, stroking her clit where it rested on the small branch.

When he decided she was ready, he picked up the oil and poured some on his cock and slowly stroked himself. Then he moved behind her. She could feel his cock lying in the oily valley between her buttocks. He moved backwards, positioning his cockhead in the center of her brown star. When he pushed forward, gently but firmly, he watched the star distended and wrapped around his pink cockhead as it vanished into her unused ass. Adri groaned as Paul’s cock opened her up. He started to fuck her slowly, pulling out far enough that he could see the rim of his cockhead, before pushing back into her. Gradually he worked his whole cock into her ass.

Adri expected it to be painful when he penetrated her. The feeling was certainly intense but there was no pain. When he started to fuck her she realized he had been right when he had told her she would like it. She could feel his cock getting deeper and deeper inside her. She wondered whether vaginal sex would feel the same one day. Adri could feel an orgasm building up inside her, driven by both the novel but exhilarating feel of a cock up her ass, and also by the stimulation that her clit was getting as her body moved on the small branch each time Paul thrust into her. She came, a small climax that was not enough to satisfy, an appetizer not the main course.

Paul pulled out of her and lay on his back on the grass. Adri squatted over him. She reached underneath her body and grabbed his cock, moved it so it was vertical, positioned her asshole on it and sunk down. The cock now slid easily into her completely relaxed ass. Paul reached forward and pushed a finger into her wet cunt opening. She started to rock her hips, alternately moving back onto Paul’s cock or moving forward onto his finger. He pushed another finger into her. She was tight, very tight. He could tell that he was causing a little discomfort as he invaded her virgin cunt. He started to flick the end of her clit with his thumb.

The novel feeling of having Paul’s cock up her ass, and his fingers in her cunt were so strong that Adri was getting close to coming again. When Paul started to stroke her clit with his thumb, the feelings sizzled. She cried out as she came, thrusting her hips back and forth to keep the pleasure coming.

Paul pulled his fingers from her cunt. It was such a sexy view, watching his cock vanishing into Adri’s ass with the swollen pink lips of her cunt exhibited between her pale thighs. He was close to coming too. Adri started to fuck him harder and faster until she brought his pleasure to a peak and he pumped warm jets of seed deep into her ass. She sat down on him, his cock still in her, her cheeks pressing against his balls, and let her asshole close up around him as he went soft.

Over the next few days, during the day Paul taught Adri how to garden. And during the nights he taught Adri that her body was capable of more pleasure than she imagined. Finally Paul had to return to the palace.

“I’ve got used to you being around,” Adri said. “I don’t know how I’ll cope without you.”

“You know enough now to get the garden back into shape.”

“Mmm. But I’m more worried about getting through the nights. You’ve awaked things in my body that aren’t going to go to sleep again. I’m not sure my finger is an adequate substitute.”

“Well, I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. I’ll try and stay for several days again.”

Nec dominam iubeo pretioso munere dones: Parva, sed e parvis callidus apta dato. I don’t tell you to give your mistress expensive gifts: give little but of that little, skilfully, give what’s fitting.

When he was back in Rome, Paul went to a special artisan that he knew. First, a pretty female servant lifted up his toga before she stroked and licked his cock until he was hard. She stepped back and with a piece of charcoal made detailed sketches of his erect cock: the shape of his knob, the veins, the delicate fold of skin underneath. He stood and put his toga back down before negotiating with the sculptor who would take a piece of white alabaster and fashion it into a replica of his cock, almost identical in every detail except slightly larger than life. He had the sculptor carve the owner-to-be’s name on the base.

Paul made the most of his time back at the palace and fucked many of his harem of willing slaves, not to mention the empress and the emperor’s nephew’s wife. But soon he was getting down off the cart at the villa where Adri gardened. She ran across the garden when she saw him and flung her arms around him. Their tongues entwined, urgent with desire. Wordlessly, he picked her up as if she were a feather and carried her into the cottage. She tore off her robe and knelt naked in front of him. Her mouth was hungry for his cock, it had been starved for over two weeks. When she had first learned to suck his cock she had been apprehensive. It had seemed gross to take a cock into her mouth at first, and she gagged if she tried to take him in deep. Now she was enthusiastic to feel him harden in her mouth, to push the cockhead into her throat, to feel his body straining as she brought him close to coming.

Paul pulled his robe off over his head and his cock leapt free. Adri kissed it gently as she lovingly cradled his balls. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around just the pink head, caressing it with her tongue. She gradually took more and more of his cock into her mouth as she slid it in and out of her. Soon he was entering the back of her throat as she pushed her head onto him. He was close to coming already, despite having come in the empress’s ass only minutes before he set off on his journey. Adri really started to fuck him now, pushing him hard into the back of her throat. She felt his balls tighten as he got close. Finally, she grabbed his cock with her fist and stroked him hard until she was rewarded with the sight of gobs of come shooting up and falling back onto her breasts. She rubbed the white drops onto her nipples and then licked her fingers.

Her cunt was aching for his finger, for his tongue. Even, she realized, for his cock. She wished he would take the decision for her and order her to allow him to fuck her. But she had asked him not to and unfortunately it seemed he would honor her wish.

Paul reached into the bag he had been carrying and produced something wrapped in cloth that he offered to her. Puzzled she unrolled the cloth to find a white replica of Paul’s cock. It was slightly larger, to be sure, but unmistakably his. On the bottom she noticed her own name carved into the hard white stone.

“I wanted to give you the enjoyment of fucking without breaking any promises,” Paul said. “And to leave you with something more substantial for while I’m away.”

Adri lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Paul took the white cock and moved it up and down Adri’s slit, spreading her wetness all over her lips. Adri pulled her legs up spreading herself open as wide as she could.

“Do you want to do it?” he asked.

“No, you must.”

He pushed, but Adri’s cunt was small and tight and the alabaster cock was large. Perhaps he’d had it made too large. He pushed a bit harder and the head of the cock started to penetrate Adri’s virginal entrance. Her pink nether lips wrapped around the white stone just like the lips of her mouth had wrapped around his own cock moments earlier. He could feel the resistance of Adri’s maidenhead. He knew she was no longer completely intact, his fingers had been in Adri’s cunt too many times for that. He pushed hard, Adri screamed in surprise and pain and the white cock slid deeply into her cunt. He pulled it out. There were traces of bright red blood on the white stone. Adri reached up and put her hands on his and directed the cock back inside her, raising her hips to meet it. As it slid back into her Adri felt pain turn to pleasure. She was no longer a girl, even if she was technically still a virgin, technically keeping her promise to her father.

Paul slowly fucked Adri with the enormous white dildo. It felt so much better than being fucked with fingers, she thought. A much fuller, most satisfying feeling. Beef rather than fish. Brandy rather than wine. It was thrilling. So thrilling that a small orgasm crept up on her out of nowhere and she was coming before she even realized she was close. She reached down and took control, fucking herself with the rock cock while Paul watched. It took a lot of willpower not to pull out the white cock and replace it with Paul’s cock. In fact it was a good job he was still soft from his recent climax, so she couldn’t be too tempted. She worked herself up toward a second orgasm, one she could savor as it developed.

She pulled out the white cock, turned over onto all fours and offered the cock to Paul. Paul admired the sight of Adri’s engorged cunt framed between her white thighs. He positioned the white cock between her lips and slid it back into her enthusiastic cunt. angled the cock so that it caressed the front wall of her cunt each time he slid it into her. It took very little time to bring her to a climax. He watched her asshole pulsate with her pleasure as he slowly kept moving the cock back and forth within her until she was sated.

ibit in adversos montes duplicataque nimbo flumina, congestas exteret ille nives, He’ll go against mountains and bend into stormy rivers, he’ll push his way through swollen snowdrifts,

The next morning Paul was up at dawn working in the garden. He left Adri to sleep in, exhausted after her night of surrender to the alabaster cock. Suddenly there was a noise like approaching thunder. He’d never heard anything like it. The ground started to move underneath him, then it was shaking so violently he was knocked to the ground. He looked up to see a tree in the distance start to fall. A loud crash drew his attention and he turned to see the villa’s walls shaking and the heavy tile roof crash inside the building. Eventually the walls gave up and collapsed into an explosion of white dust and a pile of stone. Finally, it was quiet.

Paul stood up. He looked over to where the small cottage was. But it wasn’t. It had collapsed too. He sprinted across the grass, “Adri, Adri,” he shouted. When he arrived there he thought she must be dead. But he heard a moan.

“Adri, are you alright?”

She groaned. “I don’t think I’m badly hurt. Two beams seem to have fallen across me and kept everything off me. But I can’t really move.”

Paul got some long bars from where the garden tools were kept. Laboriously he levered the large blocks of stone from around where Adri lay. Finally he could even see her. As she said, the roof beams of the cottage had fallen across her and protected her from the stone. Miraculously the beams had fallen onto large stones themselves since they were certainly large enough to crush Adri on their own. Finally, by about lunchtime, he had cleared all the stones from above Adri so she was no longer in danger if an after-shock occurred. He could reach in and hold her hand but she still was not free. The beams were too heavy to lift without a large number of slaves. Adri’s way out was blocked by the one part of a cottage wall that had succeeded in remaining standing.

Paul got a heavy hammer and an iron chisel and started to work on the lime that held the blocks together. Soon sweat was pouring off his chest but the wall was getting smaller. As the sun got lower in the sky, at last enough of the wall was removed that he could pull Adri from the ruined cottage. She was still naked since she had still been in bed. Her body was covered in grazes and scratches and bruises but nothing more serious.

Sentiat ex imis venerem resoluta medullis Femina, et ex aequo res iuvet illa duos. Woman, feel love, melted to your very bones, and let both delight equally in the thing.

Adri held him tightly. She’d felt close to death and now she was alive. Paul took her over to the stream, took off his remaining clothes and used the cloth to wipe down Adri’s body, cleaning off the dust and the blood. They lay down on the soft grass as the sun started to set.

Adri leaned over and kissed Paul. She kissed him differently from before, romantically rather than lustfully.

“It’s time,” Paul said.

She looked puzzled. “For what?”

“Fuck me.”

“You promised never to ask me to do that.”

“No, I promised nothing. But I did take into account that you didn’t want to fuck anyone you didn’t love. And I’m continuing to honor that wish even though I’m ordering you to fuck me.”

“Because I’ve grown to love you, you mean. You are right.”

Adri pushed Paul onto his back. She straddled him, moving her hips back and forth, stroking his cock with her lips, rubbing her clit on him, until he was hard.

“I want your warm pink cock inside me,” she said. “Especially since my cold white one seems to be lost and buried.”

She reached beneath herself, lifted up his cock and slowly lowered her body onto him. She felt very wet, wetter than she could remember. She’d had Paul’s cock down her throat and up her ass many times now, but this was different. She savored every little bit of feeling as a man’s cock penetrated her cunt for the first time. It felt so good. She was glad she had waited until it was so special, until it was a perfect moment. She sank down on him until he was completely buried in her and his clit was pressed against his body. She was so aroused that she knew she would come the moment she started to move against him. She reached up and stroked her own nipples as she started to move her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against Paul’s body. A perfect orgasm swept through her body as if in slow motion, warmth and love spreading out from her non-longer-virgin cunt like a smoldering coal. She heard herself moaning Paul’s name. She was making love to Paul, not just fucking him. She wasn’t naïve, she knew she would not be the only lover for Paul, but this was a day that she would be special forever.

She stood up and then lay back on the grass. She spread her legs and pulled her knees up high, unconditionally offering Paul’s hard cock the soft pink folds of her vulnerable cunt. Paul moved over her and took her in his arms. His cock slid along the wet crease of her sex until it found her opening and he slid back into the warm welcoming depths of her sex. She rocked her hips against him as he slowly thrust into her. She squeezed her cunt muscles around him, giving him still more pleasure.

“I’m nearly coming,” he said to her as she squeezed him tight.

“Wait for me, I’m nearly there too.”

The two of them came together, her cunt milking his jerking cock, sucking his seed out into her body. Today she’d cheated death and lost her virginity. What would tomorrow bring?

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Illic invenies quod ames, quod ludere possis, Quodque semel tangas, quodque tenere velis. There you’ll find one to love, or one you can play with, one to be with just once, or one you might wish to keep.

The next day at the dig Adrienne was clearing some sand when she saw something white. She cleared the rest of the sand off it and was amazed to discover that she had uncovered a large white alabaster cock shaped object. It was about eight inches long, with one rounded end shaped like a cockhead, even with a small slit in the end, and ridged veins along the length. It was in surprisingly good condition. Just the sight of it made her pussy moisten. She wanted to fuck it. Or be fucked by it. She knew she had to have this cock.

She looked around but there was nobody else working close by to show it to. She knew it was completely against the rules but she picked it up and slipped it into one of the pockets on her shorts. She walked slowly back to the hotel, having told the Italian supervisor that she had heat exhaustion and was going to have to lie down. Nobody was suspicious, Adrienne had a reputation for getting heat exhaustion at digs.

Back in her room she washed the remaining sand off the dildo. She poured some baby oil onto the cock and spread it, stroking the cock in her fist like she was masturbating it. She slipped off her shorts and her top and lay naked on her bed. She stroked her nipples with the dildo until they were hard and sensitive. She spread her legs and ran the swollen cockhead up and down over her lips. She cradled her hard clit in the slit on the end, making small movements with the dildo and sending tremors of pleasure through her. Finally she moved the cockhead lower and positioned it in her wet entrance and tried to push it in. It was bigger than any cock she’d ever had and at first she thought she was not going to be able to get it into herself. She gritted her teeth and pushed harder, but it was still too big for her.

She moved so she was squatting on the bed and put the cock vertically underneath her, resting on the bed. She closed her eyes and pushed down hard with the weight of her body, finally feeling her lips distend around the unyielding rock. She moved her hips up and down on the white toy as her body gradually yielded to the assault. Finally she lowered her body onto it completely, taking the two-thousand year old dildo into her twenty-one year old cunt. She rolled onto her back, pulled up her knees, and grabbed the cock where it stuck out between her legs. She started to slowly fuck herself.

She opened her eyes. She was no longer in her hotel room but instead was lying on the grass by a villa. A man with a beard and dressed as a roman was standing watching her as she slowly slid the white cock back and forth in her cunt.

Adrienne was suddenly very self-conscious. She pulled the dildo from her cunt and put her legs together.

“Where am I?”

“A town just outside Rome.”

“I mean…well, when is it?”

“The first century. How come you’ve got my alabaster cock?”

“I found it. In the twenty first century. What’s going on?”

“You’ll have to be punished you know. For taking my alabaster cock. But first I think I want to fuck you.”

Paul slipped his gardener’s robe off.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Adrienne lay there, trying to decide what to do.

Paul bent down, rolled her over onto her front and sat down on her, pressing her into the grass. She couldn’t move. Paul had one knee on either side of her hips and his weight was on her thighs. He bent forward so his chest was on her back, pressing her breasts uncomfortably into the grass.

“When I give an order I expect it to be obeyed,” he said quietly.

She could feel his cock lying in the valley of her ass. He moved backwards and his cock dropped against her thighs. When he moved forwards again his cockhead engaged with the entrance to her cunt. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed forward forcefully. Adrienne’s cunt was still wet and relaxed from being fucked with the larger stone cock so he entered her without much difficulty. She groaned as she felt herself being penetrated.

Paul’s hip started to rise and fall, sliding his cock back and forth in Adri’s taut body as he lay on top of her. He could sense that she was starting to get really aroused. He lifted himself off her back, moved between her legs. He lifted up her ass higher and she spread her legs wider. He started to fuck her harder now. He reached around under her body and put a finger on her clit. As he reamed her cunt with his cock, he coaxed her little hard clit.

Adrienne lifted her breasts up off the grass so that she was on all fours. She started to thrust her body back against Paul’s cock. Paul’s finger on her clit was working its magic. As it coaxed the last drop of arousal from her body, she started to climax.

He looked down and watched as his cock slid in between the pale girl’s pink lips as she came. He saw the tight brown pucker of her asshole winking with her orgasm and had an idea. He withdrew from of her, picked up the stone cock and pulled her to her feet.

Poena reversura est in caput ista tuum. Omnia feminea sunt ista libidine mota; That punishment will return on your own head. All these things were driven by woman’s lust:

“Since you stole the alabaster cock, I think it is only appropriate that the cock should be the deliver of your punishment. Have you ever had anal sex?”

Adrienne shook her head. “Never.”

“With a gentle lover who gives your body time it can be intensely pleasurable, more intense even than normal sex. But I’m punishing you. I will neither be gentle nor slow. It will be painful.”

He took her over to the large fallen log and bent her over it, with her legs spread wide.

“I will give you a couple of minutes to prepare yourself. Use them wisely.”

Adrienne thought for a moment what the best thing to do was. She needed to get as many fingers into her ass as she could in two minutes.

Paul watched the arousing tableau as she slid her fingers between the pink folds of her cunt and then further backwards, spreading the juices of her recent orgasm onto her asshole. Next she pushed a fingertip into her tight brown ring. She started to fuck herself with one finger until it moved easily. She pulled out her finger, rubbed more of her juices onto her asshole and slid it back in. Then she worked a second finger alongside, and started to fuck herself with two fingers, working them deeper and deeper into her ass.

Paul reached forward and pulled her fingers from her ass. He licked two of his fingers and pushed them hard into her virgin rear entrance. She yelped, mostly in surprise, as Paul’s fingers invaded the tightness of her resisting body. He roughly pushed a third one into her, distending her further.

She felt the point of his cock on her asshole. He grabbed her hips and pushed hard into her. She cried out not just in surprise but also excitement, the feelings were too intense to take. The knob of his cock slipped past her tightness. He pushed again and she felt him slide deeper into her virgin ass. He started to thrust his hips, pulling her back against him as he roughly worked his cock into her. He started to fuck her vigorously. She started to come but Paul didn’t let up, he just carried on fucking her, enjoying the contractions of her orgasm on his cock. Suddenly he pulled out of her.

Adrienne was about to get up when Paul pushed her down again. She felt something else at her asshole. She realized he was going to penetrate her with the alabaster dildo. It had been hard to get it into her cunt, she wasn’t sure it was possible to get it into her ass. She screamed at the pain as Paul mercilessly drove the unyielding rock into her body in punishment. Tears welled up in her eyes. He twisted it back and forth as he worked it painfully into her sphincter. She was crying, tears flowing freely when finally the broad cockhead was admitted into her body. He started to fuck her with the white cock, each thrust cruelly driving the cock deeper into her ass and eliciting another moan.

She felt his cock nuzzling between her pussy-lips. When he found her opening he pushed his cock roughly into her, forcing himself into her body again. Each thrust of his hips not only drove his cock further into her but also painfully nudged the dildo deeper. She felt agonizingly full, a large cock in her small cunt and a huge stone cock in her ass. But gradually her body adjusted to the invasion, pain turned to pleasure. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears.

It didn’t take long before Paul was coming. Adrienne felt his hips jerk and felt the feeling change inside her cunt as he emptied into her.

As Adrienne continued to bend over the log, Paul slowly fucked her ass with the ancient cock until at last an orgasm washed over her like a breaking wave.

“You…must…never…take…an…artifact…from…a…dig…again.” The stone cock thrust into her on each word to emphasize the point. Adrienne opened her eyes. She was in her hotel room, bent over the end of their bed, with Paolo thrusting the white cock into her in punishment. Wow, that had been an intense fantasy. Or maybe she really did have heatstroke. It was so realistic that she had been transported back to roman times.

Paolo tossed the white cock onto the bed. She looked at the cock and then at Paolo’s cock. They were identical, except that the stone cock was slightly larger. His cockhead was exactly the same shape, his proportions were the same. Every vein on the cock matched on one Paolo’s. She was about to put the cock back down when she noticed some writing on the base. She held it up to the light: “Adri.”

Paolo walked into the bathroom. She shook her head, trying to think straight and ignore the throbbing of her asshole. What had happened just then? There seemed only one way to find out. She picked up the cock, moved her feet apart and positioned it between her lips. She closed her eyes as slowly she pushed it back into herself…

Cetera quis nescit? lassi requievimus ambo. proveniant medii sic mihi saepe dies! Who doesn’t know the story? Weary we both rested. May such afternoons often come for me!

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If you were wondering, the Latin quotations are all from Ovid’s erotic poems, either “Amores” or “Ars Amatoria” (the art of love).

And Adrienne is a real person, a student in Canada majoring in Classics. She’s been on plenty of digs but never found a dildo!