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New Rome
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New Rome
Chapter 1: Rain Clouds.
Bursting torrents of heavy rain fell across the estate.
Its fury drove all my people, for so I considered them,
under shelter. I knew many of their roofs leaked, but
fewer than when I first purchased this fine home. Things
had improved markedly from the time the slaves were
housed in stinking barracks chained to their beds,
chained at work in the fields, living constantly in pain
and fear.
They are still slaves of course.
I admit that I have tinkered with my situation. But
mainly I have tried to simply accept this world and my
presence it in. I accept the verdict of my senses.
"Will you be dining at home, sir", asked my cook from the
entrance to my room.
"No. I am going out soon. Please call Helen for me", I
replied still saying please even though the old lady was
my slave. This was an institution that took some getting
used to. It had its pleasurable aspects of course and
Helen was one of these.
"You asked to see me Rufus", came a small voice.
Helen. Daughter of a once prosperous Greek town along the
coast of Asia Minor, now my slave as part of the booty of
war. Such was the accepted custom of my new environment.
I alone considered the relationship unusual.
Helen was a ravishing young woman. Most of the Greek
ladies I knew back home (as I called my time before the
car crash) were dark. Some were quite beautiful, but I
never saw one as lovely as Helen. Shining bronze skin
with auburn hair framing a face that could melt a man's
heart. Her skin would develop a deep tan under the sun,
but the fashion of these times was for women to avoid the
sun's colouring rays. Brown was the colour of those that
toiled. As a result, Helen's skin took on more of a
golden than brown hue.
I knew I could just order her to strip and reveal her
lovely body. I had certainly done so in the past.
Today, however, I felt more peaceful.
"Come over here, my lady", I called gently.
Smiling, she came over and sat beside me on the couch.
"I haven't seen much of you recently", she pouted.
It was true, I have been preparing for the forthcoming
campaign in Macedon. While no longer a ranking
centurion, my experience in training recruits is still
called upon by my friend and general Crassus. I will
fight this campaign as a member of his personal circle of
friends, a type of personal staff to the general.
"I'm sorry for my lack of attention", I replied. "But
you must get used to it. I will be leaving for the war
in a few more weeks".
"I thought you would not move until May", she complained,
"It is still only March".
"Most of the legions are made up of veterans who don't
need much training. Crassus wants to leave as soon as
possible".
Accepting if not liking my explanation, Helen moved
closer to me.
"Will you miss me?", she asked shyly.
"You know I will", I replied. "Come give me something to
remember while I am away".
She giggled as I removed her robe but stopped as I
started to kiss the nape of her neck. Helen had learned
a lot about the ways of love since I took her from her
destroyed town. A virgin in Asia, now a sensual young
woman in Rome.
I moved my hands down her shoulders to her high breasts,
cupping them with both hands. Her moans grew deeper as I
gently squeezed her growing nipples. Pausing to stand up
and remove by clothes I started rubbing her breasts with
my stiffening member. Helen reached up to rub her hands
across my chest, her excitement increasing.
I pushed her down on the couch and resting on my forearms
lay my body over hers. What a beautiful sight she
presented fully naked lying underneath my body, my by now
rigid cock pushing into her soft flat belly.
I pushed my lips on to hers, kissing deeply. She started
to push her body up, trying to increase the contact.
Putting weight on one arm I reached down to caress her
body, gradually moving down to her wet pussy.
Her body lifted off the couch as my hand made contact
with her cunt, my fingers gently exploring her sex. I
increased the pressure as her body became more and more
aroused. By this time she was stroking my cock, her
small hands working up and down its shaft. Dipping her
thumb in my precum she started to massage the tip of my
cock sending waves of pleasure up my body.
I opened her legs and knelt between her glistening pale
thighs. She brought her legs up, pushing her pussy into
full view. The pink outer lips were now a deep red full
of rushing blood. Positioning my cock at the her
entrance I slowing started to push myself deep inside
her. I entered her in one slow stroke, burying my steel
shaft deep inside her sex.
She lay still as I withdrew from her body and then drove
upwards to meet my second thrust. Her pants became
faster and faster as I increased my speed pumping in and
out of her cunt.
"Yes, faster Rufus, faster, take me, yes, ", she babbled.
I responded as meaninglessly as I continued driving my
cock into her shuddering body. With a shout that never
fails to announce our passion to the rest of the house,
Helen exploded into orgasm. It was all I could do to
hold my seed back as her cunt squeezed around my cock.
Casmedia had warned me not to have sex today so as to be
fully prepared for the ceremony. Pulling out as Helen
calmed I struggled to regain control of my bursting
loins. Helen looked at me curiously.
"Don't you want to finish", she asked.
So saying she bobbed her head down and took my slick cock
deep into her gorgeous mouth. I almost lost the control
I had so recently regained. I pulled my cock out of her
sucking mouth, the suction creating a popping sound.
"Tonight I participating in a religious ceremony and I
have to be pure", I explained between gasps of breath.
"Which god", she sensibly asked.
"I don't know", I replied.
I really didn't. Casmedia hadn't given much detail when
see passed me the note at the party. She was the
daughter of the plutocrat Marcus Vetrius one of the
richest men in Rome. A member of the senate, it only of
the back benches, her father held considerable power.
The note had simply invited me to a "religious ceremony"
of an interesting and unusual nature. Casmedia had been
flirting with me all evening, but in a most proper
manner. After giving me the note she had leaned over and
whispered:
"And don't play with that pretty slave of yours before
the meeting".
The sudden closeness of her face and the sweet smell of
her breath made me pause. By the time I asked her what
she meant, she had moved off into another circle of
guests. An interesting invitation.
I didn't explain all this to Helen of course. Closing
her lips with mine I sent her back to her room. Time to
get cleaned up for the mysterious engagement with
Casmedia.
While bathing I reflected over the past two years,
eventually returning to the day of my arrival and the
events that had led me here.
Two years have passed since the crash and the battle. Two
years since I drove my old Ford off the side of the road
and woke up to a strange old world.
The day had begun promisingly enough. Rising early with
a slight hangover from the previous night's drinking I
had began preparations for the lunch with Joanne.
Fortunately I had over five hours to recover from the New
Year celebrations I and my old Nam buddies had indulged
ourselves in the night before. It was a double
celebration being the first New Year we had welcomed in
back home. The previous three had been spent in a south
east Asian jungle on special operations. Most of the
drinking had been to cover the awkwardness of old friends
who find they now have little in common.
My morning jog and a cup of strong coffee soon re-
established my equilibrium. I filled in the time before
picking up Joanne with small chores around the house,
clearing away the mess of the night before.
Joanne was ready when he drove by her house. I liked
that about her. I also liked the way she looked, dressed
in a pair of shorts, a loose T-shirt and walking boots.
I noticed with anticipation that she was not wearing a
bra today, her nipples showed clearly through her shirt
made erect by the abrasion of the cloth.
"Ready for our picnic?", she asked.
"I've got all the food in the car, a full tank of gas,
and a ravenous appetite", I replied, "Lets get moving".
We drove for about an hour into the mountains surrounding
the city. Turning off the main road I steered the car
down a narrow dirt road for another ten miles before
pulling over.
"Is this it?", Joanne asked.
"This is the beginning of the trail", I answered, "We can
follow this for a while until he find a nice spot,
somewhere secluded".
Joanne gave him a smile that told him that she knew
exactly why he wanted to find a quiet place to eat, and
approved!
After a while the trail started to climb upwards into the
woods. Finally we came to a small mountain stream. The
trees opened up around its bank offering shade from the
heat of the Spring sun. A perfect spot for a picnic.
Lunch was a simple affair, I was no great cook. After
lunch Joanne moved over to me and lay against my body
listening to the sounds of the wood.
Joanne's well-endowed breasts were handing right below
me. I started to gently caress them through her thin
cotton shirt. Responding to my touch, she began to move
against my body, running her hands over my torso. With a
smile she disengaged herself from my embrace and, in one
graceful movement, pulled her T-shirt over her head
revealing her lovely breasts. I sat up to admire the
view. Joanne had a Gorgeous body with a narrow waist,
flat stomach (all that walking) and large rounded
breasts. She enjoyed the effect her body had on men and
knew how to make the most of it.
"Come and get me, lover", she teased, rubbing her hands
over her stomach.
Needing no further encouragement, I sprang to my feet.
But she wanted to play some more and immediately turned
and started to run away.
"You will have to move faster than that", she called over
her shoulder, continuing to run.
Drawn by the sight of her cute behind running ahead of
me, I increased my speed easily catching up with her.
Grabbing her from behind, I spun her around and pressed
our bodies together.
"Now you've caught me, what do you intend to do sir", she
giggled.
I gave her her answer by reaching down to take off her
shorts. Soon she has standing before me naked but for a
tiny pair of cotton panties. I lay down on the ground
and pulled her down beside me. Joanne started to fumble
with the buttons of my shirt quickly revealing my upper
body. She moved lower to take off my shorts, paused to
run her long finger over my erect cock, and pulled them,
along with my underpants down over my legs and feet.
"What a lovely cock", she purred, caressing it with her
hand. Bending over him she licked the length of my penis
pausing to suck the semen that had emerged from its head.
Lifting up from my cock, she threw one leg over my body
and rested her already wet cunt against my throbbing
member.
"Just lie still darling", she whispered, "I'm going to
give you a fucking you will remember".
So saying she positioned my cock against the moist
opening of her vagina and slowly lowered herself until
her body was resting on mine. Pausing to get used to the
feeling of my cock impaling her body she bent down to
lick my nipples. Impatient, I started to push my cock
deeper into her hot hole. Taking the hint, Joanne
responded to sliding her body up until only the head was
still inside her, then she pushed down again taking my
cock deep inside her.
"Do you like that?" he asked. "I'll going to milk the
cum from your cock. I'm going to fuck your cock until it
explodes and when it does I want to drink your cum as a
desert to your fine meal. You know I live to drink your
hot cum. Ahh... yes, make me cum darling, fuck me".
Her words increased my excitement already reaching fever
pitch by the pumping of her body. As her own orgasm
approached Joanne stopped moving up and down and began to
grind her pussy on my cock putting delicious pressure on
her swollen clitoris. The added stimulation pushed her
over the edge, her body arched with the force of her
orgasm.
"Yes, Yes!", she screamed into the empty woods,
collapsing against him as her orgasm subsided.
I motioned for Joanne to get off this still unsatisfied
cock.
"Come over here", I said, "I've got something else in
mind".
Giving me an inquiring look, Joanne followed me back to
where we had eaten lunch earlier.
"What's on that devious mind of yours?", she asked,
smiling.
In response I bent down and picked up the now melted tub
of butter from the blanket. I then proceeded to cover my
cock with the stuff until it was completely covered.
"I'm going to fuck that wonderful arse of yours", I
grunted, moving towards her, cock glistening in the
afternoon sun. "Here, put some of this butter in and
around your arse".
Joanne looked unsure of herself for the first time. But
one look at my face convinced her that I was serious.
Obediently she obeyed my order, accepting the offered
butter. Scooping some with her finger she reached down
and started to run it around her arsehole.
"Turn around", I told her.
Doing as I asked Joanne turned around and presented me
her wonderful round arse. She was working a finger up
into her anus now, starting to become adjusted to the
invasion.
"Now kneel down on the blanket", I instructed.
As she did so pulled her arse cheeks apart and examined
her slick anus. It looked very small, but she had
managed to work a good quantity of butter up insider her
arse.
"Tell me what you want", I said.
Knowing what I expected, Joanne replied, "I want you to
fuck my arse. I want to feel your cock pumping my
arsehole. Please, please butt fuck me, darling".
I moved around her body, pausing to run his hand over her
arched back. Standing behind her I stopped for a moment
to contemplate the view of these beautiful women lying
submissively before me, arse waving side to side.
"Spread your arse cheeks", I ordered huskily.
Joanne lowered her upper body to the ground, her breasts
pressing into the soft earth, and reached back with her
hands to grasp the round orbs of her arse. As she spread
her arse cheeks, I placed the head of my cock against her
anus and slowly pushed in.
"Yes, yes push your cock into my arse. Fuck me, fuck my
arse", she panted overcome with lust.
I managed to squeeze the head of my cock into her tight
arsehole. Her arse muscles involuntarily tightened at
this invasion. Desire was making me urgent, I wanted to
trust my cock deep into this girl's arse. But hurting
her was not part of my fun so I restrained my self and
only pushed in slowly.
"Please, wait a moment. Gently please, I've never been
butt fucked before.", Joanne begged. "Is it all in?"
"Not even half", I replied.
"Half!", she almost shouted. "Please don't try to push
it all in".
I was going to try, but I would wait for her arse to
loosen up a bit. I pulled back until only the head of my
cock was still buried in her arse and then slowly pushed
back in. After a few thrusts Joanne was starting relax
and enjoy herself. I was able to move faster each stroke
without hurting her. She was starting to enjoying having
her arse fucked. She started to move her arse up to meet
my cock, trying to take more of me.
The pain diminishing, Joanne began to enjoy the sensation
of having my cock pumping her arse. She began to moan
with pleasure, swimming in this new sexual sensation.
In a few minutes I had most of my cock deep up her lovely
arse, splitting her behind into two shuddering orbs. My
balls were slapping into her cunt as I thrust in and out
of her, increasing the excitement provided by her tight
anus.
"Deeper, deeper, ohhh that feels good", she moaned.
She looked over her shoulder to look at her arse, spread
by my thrusting cock.
"You enjoy being butt fucked don't you", I said not
slackening my pace".
Just as I asked, Joanne's body exploded in her second
orgasm. It started in her arse, spread to her cunt and
spiralled through her aching body. The sight of Joanne
experiencing her first butt induced orgasm was enough to
send me over edge. My cock pumped loads of hot cum into
her tight arse, clenching with the force of her own
orgasm.
Spent, I pulled out of her arse and collapsed beside her.
"Did you enjoying fucking my arse", Joanne asked with a
smile.
I drifted off to sleep with an idiotic smile on my face.
The rain started after I had dropped Joanne back home. I
can't remember the crash in much detail. I had taken a
corner too fast and my tyres must have failed to grip in
the wet. He last thing I remember is spinning over the
low wall around the bend and flipping over and over down
the side of the hill.
I remember the sound of a bursting fuel tank, then
nothing.
To be continued.......
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